On The Moon

Little feet on frozen glass. Mama's gone, the storm moved fast. No goodbyes, no last embrace. Just a whisper in the space. We were meant to touch the moon. But the sky won't sing our tune. Ice beneath him starts to bend. Whispers crawling, never end. Stars above are cold and far, like the warmth Of who we are. Drift little calf on ghost white sea. No map, no fire, no memory. Moon won't catch you, sky won't call. You're the dream that died in fall. Bones of ice and heart of snow. No one's coming. Let go. Let go. He remembers rocket dreams, Painted hulls and silver seams. Mama said, "We'll break the blue, leave the earth And start anew." But the fuel was just a lie, And the wings A lullaby. She believed In gravity's flaw, In a world beyond the law. But the launch pad froze and the countdown stopped, And the moon just watched. Drift little calf on ghost white sea. No map, no fire, no memory. Moon won't catch you, sky won't call. You're the dream that died in fall. Bones of ice and heart of snow. No one's coming. Let go. Let go. Mama, Are you On the moon?