She lived up there, where no-one went.
A sparkled silent sky just for her.
And her dreams and diamonds, all well spent.
As she walked through her world in a blur.
For it was on the moon her soul resided.
In lunar craters she crept and hided.
Watching the world from the safety of space.
Removed and distant, from the human race.
And her heart was safe and full of silence.
As the solar winds blew through her soul.
She forgot the tether from us through her highness.
And all the destruction and collapse down below.
Havoc and Consequence 
It’s good to get away from everything at times, Mark. Seeing things from a different perspective! 🌙 🙂
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Agreed, the other side of the moon perhaps.
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That would certainly provide a different viewpoint!
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Separaing her self, from the mess that’s, down here, in the world, on earth, that’s the, only way she has, to, survive.
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Yep, but survive she did…though it took all she had.
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An homage to Mother Moon, I feel, who, tired of the negativity of Humanity, prefers the silencecof her own company. A fine poem, Mark.
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Thank you, and exactly…she has the luck of being so far away to turn it all down if she chooses. Silence in space. Glad you liked this one.
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Such peaceful existence albeit a lonely one.
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True, but nothing is permanent.
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