Moon Sailor ( for Matthew )

With a grunt filled with power he was thrust to a height
A mountain of pigment, pink in its light.
A pedestal round, his first stage of life
A challenge to balance, his left with his right.

He stretched himself upwards, a reach for his moon
Unaware of the knowledge it still lay in the womb.
Moon’s glow now in embers, its purpose fulfilled
His gesture fanned light on the walls that were tilled.

Luminosity responded with a nova on site
Producing an image of his shadow in flight.
The light now ablaze projected a curtain
Of shadows describing that notion for certain.

Nourished by fluids awash in a sea,
It maintained its flame with intensity,
But the passage to flight inscribed on the site
Reflected the need to accept nature’s light.

An heir to chemistry, a quartet of song,
The elements it blended, no longer belonged.
This knowledge brought forth the need to adjust
And relinquish its power to the force of the thrust.

With his torso set rigid; rocket to sky
His gesture spoke clearly to the spirit of why.
Limbs poised at the ready he sprang to the where
Like a periscope surfacing and kissing the air.

He stretched once again; full length of his girth
A record of measure; his place on the earth.
Then suddenly, WHOOSH! he punctured the air
With lips that were blue and the need to be there.

Now the length of a dinosaur, all the way to his head
He grabbed once again for the moon overhead.
As his lips kissed the sky with the force of a flare
His lips turned to red, and he knew… he was there.