In the night sky, a lamp for all time,
A guardian of secrets, in the void of the simulation.
Ancient stories were told, under the moon lit sky,
Moon’s mystic, ancient signs,
Once Earth’s child, in a cosmic dance,
A celestial split, not left to chance,
Guiding evolution’s endless night.
The Moon, a cradle for spirits of old,
Who’ve danced their dance, and sung their songs,
In lunar light, their tales were told,
Of Earth long ago.
Crafted by hands, unseen and unknown,
To stir the soul, and awaken the mind,
In the dance of the stars, our fate we will find.
That can blind the soul, and bind the heart,
For the Moon’s influence,
Can nourish or tear us apart.
The Zulu speak, of a time before,
When the moon arrived, and changed the lore.
Seasons were born,
A catalyst for life, a key to a mystery.
Scientists ponder, and myths abound,
In the moon’s embrace, a design divine.
A mirror reflecting, the sun’s fiery gaze,
A guiding night light, in the starlit sky above.
Yet, whispers of shadows, on the lunar face,
Speak of visitors, from another place.
Structures and towers, in the dark expanse,
A silent testament, to an ancient dance.
In lunar craters, where shadows play,
Are tales of visitors, from far away.
Lights that dance, in the lunar night,
Signals of existence, beyond our sight.
A place where ancient beings rest,
Who’ve passed Earth’s rigorous tests,
In the Old Moon’s nurturing embrace,
They found their final, resting place.
These spirits, subtle, light, and wise,
From lunar thrones, they oversee,
The cycles of life, death, and rise,
Influencing what comes to be.
They touch the Earth with gentle hands,
Guiding growth, decay, rebirth,
Their will enfolds the living Earth.
Is it a beacon, for souls to ascend,
Or a watcher, with a message to send?
A bridge to the stars, or a gate to the beyond,
In the moon’s mystery, our questions remain.
Why don’t we land there, with our rocket ships of today?
Why has its dark side never been explored?
So gaze upon the night’s bright queen,
And feel the connection, that’s unseen,
A bridge between the Earth and sky,
Where hidden truths and mysteries lie.
In this celestial bond, we find,
A harmony of body, spirit, and mind,
For in the Moon’s eternal round,
The blueprint of our souls can be bound.
In the moon’s mystique, our spirits are drawn.
A reminder of the unknown, and our quest to explore,
In the cosmic dance, of lunar lore.