by Murray Ewing
I want to be on the moon.
Just me, on my own.
Three hundred and eighty four thousand miles
From any pair of human eyes.
I want to roam its dusty seas
With slow-mo bouncing leaps of ease
And bask in starlight — Earthlight too
Alone upon the lonely moon.
Hello? Hello? Not even an echo.
And round to the dark side I would go
To plains and mountains never seen
By any living human being.