**Back posted from Myspace, which is no-more.
Someday the moon will be obstructed.
No one will understand exactly why,
no scientist will have an answer.
Politicians will blame other countries,
Priests will blame the non-believers,
children will blame no one.
Later, another someday,
the moon will be forgotten.
No one will recall the majesty
of the sun's reflection on the quiet planet.
A time when lights weren't needed at night
will be unfathomable.
On that day the tides will cease to change,
stillness will overcome the earth.
It will be the stillness of a forgotten thing,
hidden in the back of the closet
coated with dust.
Gradually, unnoticed by those
consumed with the hum of daily life,
those who had once been touched by the moon,
who long ago would commune with her on a brisk night,
who would have stopped to play in the shadow of a tree
cast by her brilliance,
will become still as well.
Those left behind will feel the loss
but won't recognize it's roots.
They will lose direction,
the will to try.
Many will go mad
trying to remember
what it was they've forgotten.
Some will try to make up for the loss
with more mechanical light
and movement.
Gradually, unnoticed by many,
they too will become still;
the mad, the lost, the frenzied.
Someday, unnoticed by the one remaining,
the world will grind to a halt.
The cars will die, the factories will quiet.
On that day the moon will be missed.
On the day he remembers,
the remaining lights
will go out
and the one remaining
will find stillness.
