What is the meaning of the moon? Beyond it's purpose, at night to see- Give plague or curse or lunacy, Or just mere lovers' melancholy?

Nay, to each his own interpretation be: soft light for brooding romance, or symbol of sacred monstrance- a sign to look beyond what's seen?

'Tis joked that scientists acquiesced with pilots' dreams of the immense To surmount the dangers and wonders of space flight And overcome the universe's might

To test and observe, these brave men, now astronauts called, should tales of luminescent cheese be true, and accepted modern theories found askew?

The joke, so goes, that once men landed, and mere ash found upon the ground, believers in the tale of giant sky cheese then disbanded.

But certain disappointments retain bitter discontent- Why else has humankind since returned so infrequent? Unless it be they found their endeavors ill-spent and themselves malcontent?

Still, the moon seems to be A weaver of dreams, A symbol of hope- A sign of the power of the One Unseen.

Most will never walk the moon's grey paths, Nor travel into space- But every night, As I gaze at the light, And wonder at its face, I ponder the moon's true meaning.

A reflection of light, of hope, in darkened sky to cheer the nightly gazers by; Or to gloomier folk- a seemingly heartless orb whose feeble light cannot afford to reveal all nature's colors.

In truth, The nature and meaning of the moon is for dreamers to define. And who is to say illusion, or shadow, in the moon's shine is any less than constatation- A revelation of an aspect of reality to the mind.

-Jen R. R.