celestial eyes

i see the moon and the moon sees me
the moon sees somebody i'd like to see

i envy you, mr. man on the moon
reach down and grasp my outstretched hands
hoist me beyond the possessive embrace of gravity
just for a night to sit with you
and see what you see

but that's it, isn't it
the point we all glean over
all you can, is see
never to know, never to be known
always at a distance
the most remote of frays
not even a face in the crowd
rather, an inky shadow swallowed by obscuring darkness

you see without limit
but is anything even lovely in your sight
or do your eyes simply skim over this irrelevant world
with all its irrelevant faces that we so love and long for