I always watch the man on the moon
As he awaits his eternal sunshine...
Always looking happily at the other side of the universe...
I so quietly wonder how.
Tonight was different—
Tonight, he responded to my whispered inquisitions
And although I knew he spoke a different language,
His words were transcribed by
The small bits of moon dust that powdered the roof of my thoughts as he spoke.
"Your success is your premonition of the shooting stars that you see in your dreams."
I was awakened by the sun.