I am the Moon

‘I am the moon,’ it said,
The light engulfed my eyes,
The words engulfed my head,
‘The moon does not tell lies.’

‘If you’re the moon,’ said I,
‘Where is your rounded face?
Up in the bright, black sky,
Why aren't you in your place?’

It said, ‘You question I?
I've never heard such cheek,
Post-haste, I shall reply,
If you shall let me speak:

I have not been disgraced,
I am where I should be,
The one in the wrong place,
Perhaps is you; not me.’

Emotion then struck me,
Quietly did I cry,
‘If the moon can be free,
Maybe then, so can I.’