Poetry

I look out through the window

Up onto the white grey sky

and i see the moon

lovely little speck

I wish I was on a plane

so that I could poke it

and see it for myself

if it was real

I hold my gaze and it does

the same

wonder how did it learn this

little trick

Ah the moon,

lovely little speck

in the dark white sky

Serene,

And yet lonely