One small step...

One small step... For man, One giant leap for mankind
We don't know for certain where we found our moon. But she is ours now.


She came to me silently
Unknown from the deepest dark

Fell upon my existance
And changed the world I am

And at the end of her rage
I have you to remember her

Stole the sky and made it yours
And now my sky is yours alone.

My dearest moon in the night
Gentle light riding the dark.

Yours is the strength that keeps me
Turnin round with a firm balance.

And my strength is within a storm
Just waiting for when you are lost.

But I know that I keep you here.
I am the chains that bind you

And now I cannot imagine myself without you
The stars are lost to me now.



BBC Earth : This is a lot more sciencey than my poem.

With every beggining

With every beginning. 
A story will begin to unfold.


The walls have stood for too long,
Ages have come and gone,
And time has left its mark.

The first cracks meant nothing,
Nor the second or third.
But the sum of all will.

Strength spent in ages past,
Comes to a silent end,
And then the wall falls.

No sooner than the first stone lands,
All what has been kept away is free,
And comes rushing in in waves.

The collected fears,
Long forgotten dreams,
Bittersweet pain.

All things come to an end.

Paint.

Paint.
A rainbow has all the colors you need.

Words are but paint
For the painter that cannot
Often inexplicably large in use
Ending simple in execution
Drawing what pigments could not
Pushing forward an idea without image
Creating a circle by using circles
And whereupon calling it art
To be heard and not seen
Lifted from pages to soar.
If not for the viewer
Tis only art for the smith
But for whom else should the words sing
So take hold of your brush
And paint.