IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON
From up so high, beyond what Is sky, what I might
Below, motionless oceans, a creation of what was
The universe from all around, before these amazed eyes,
From where I stand, the earth could sit In my hand,
If I could stand on the moon, then the stars I might touch,
A comet speeding on by, a ride on It, perhaps In my mind.
Darkness stays here with me, as I am In a far off land,
What lives up here all dances In rhythm, like a quiet song.
Run I could not, but float like a balloon would be this man,
If I could stand on the moon, then I would be on top of the