Friday 21 May 2021

The Maker on the Moon

by Nick Gisburne



He shapes the stars, the Maker on the Moon
But few believe the truth of what it takes
He digs beneath the surface with a spoon
And taps the silky shell until it breaks
He lifts a crop of perfect crystal crumbs
And sifts them with a silver sorting pan
The tiny sparkles, sticking to his thumbs
Have waited for his touch since time began
He spins a seed of magic, burning, blue
And speckles it with swirling shards of light
For luck he taps it twice upon his shoe
And gives it to the never-ending night
    Remember, when you see the stars above
    He makes them shine with secrets, and with love