Everyone Is a Moon

I’m a moon and you’re a moon,
each one harboring a tune
we never croon or ever purr,
a melody that ought to stir
the soul of anyone who hears.

But what is it that each one fears?
Dark music with far darker words
that hover like great raptor birds!

You’re a crater. I’m a crater.
“What’s your tune” “I’ll tell you later.
You will wait for ever, though!
You’ll never see that dark side glow.
Oh, no, I’ll never let it show.”

I orbit you. You orbit me.
Yet we’ll not let each other see
our secret side, our private sphere,
where melodies ring loud and clear—
but only to our inner being.

But what if every moon tried freeing
all her murky, quirky songs
which, in her head, are loud as gongs?
The dark side of each human moon
may then be bright as sun in June.