The moon as metaphor for the goal —the desired thing— that sits just out of reach, just beyond the grasp of outstretched fingertips, always watching, looming, always seen high in the sky above the mind that seeks, wishes, urgently, to wrap a hand, an arm, the whole body around the fat width of the face that haunts with its shadows of doubt, its illumination of promise. The metaphor that insinuates beauty, hope, longing, the possible. The metaphor that insists on triumph of the will over defiance of the spirit. The reality, the attuned understanding with regards to foundations built upon process over whim.
In the darkest of night, shadows grow long, ever stretching as the shape-shifting face of the moon’s mocking glare reigns down to birth optimism only to crush dreams when the moon sets, dark, hidden by the shade of Earth. Here, helpful are the minuscule beads of insanity. Say hello to a stranger; tell a friend to get lost. People never know what they need, and they surely cannot know what they want, especially among the lies of social interaction, the deceit of politeness. Lying dormant on the dark side of the moon, Truth casts a pallor on the niceties society requires.
“Turn, dear Moon,” and face the grave of fears, instill within the atmosphere a breathable, palpable, beautiful sensation of love and adoration for all of the things that cannot be known. Remain in shadow and threaten the mind’s prosperity, freedom, knowledge, the bright light that reflects the greater light, the source of life. “Great Reflector, oh Moon,” share in the gravity that pulls at the soul of those who refuse to change.
Swaying hearts, convincing oceans, drawing visions, peel yourself, my Moon, from the torment of orbit, the imprisoned satellite. Fly free and dream of a life filled with adventure, the unknown, the endless space at a rapid pace and live, in private, as an entity void of the oppressive ruler. Leave all to perish and flourish among all the stars, feel the warmth and power of every sun. Believe and conceive a future bright and realize that to be Moon might be to embody starlight.