I wish I was the moon tonight... I wish I was a child again, my innocence would swim in me instead of this man. (I've seen worse men, Mark.) Perhaps, but I am tired of not knowing, I should have known I was here, that I was at Home with the moon... I wish I was the moon, not the man in the moon. I'm not finished yet, I will rise again as the moon, I wish I was the moon, I wish I was the light. I will rise with the moon and howl a song of Peace, of Me, of We. Me and thee... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime