Moon

No more could we say
It's like asking for the moon
For something that's beyond reach ----
The grand old lady
Sitting on the ground
With her legs stretched
We thought we saw up there
Disappeared when
The first men landed ----
Further to learn in school
That it was non-luminous
Shining on borrowed light
Made its aura less bright
Still to look up at the full orb
When it rises over the highrises
Untouched by all the facts we know ----
The moon is still the moon
Something that cannot be fully known.