Boulder in the Sky

I noticed something different about the sky. Something I had seen before but never seen. It was a work of brilliance the way it somehow had worked it's way into my eye sight tonight though. I was staring upwards at the stars when something that was out of place but was still in place caught my eye. The moon. I of course had seen it before but had never seen it work this hard to get my attention. It wanted to be watched tonight and it deserved my eyes. I watched and stared and tried to understand what it wanted. The way the light of itself caught itself was glorious. I couldn't leave. I was stuck in that spot, unmoving. The moon tonight was a great creamy white eye staring down at me. I wanted to touch it, reach it, and touch it just once. Then I would be happy. It seemed out of place as I had said. It seemed misplaced. Like what I was looking at was a trick of the light of the sun. It seemed fake but I wanted it to be real. It had to be...It showered down sapphire waves all around me and I was bathed in it's beauty. Everything around me was blue, a dark blue that cast shadows. It was gloomy but I couldn't help but to smile. It was a pleasurable gloom I guess. It was so nice. I felt free in the moon's rays. I felt that it was sin to hold me down by gravity. I wished to dance with the moon. To shed my shirt and to bound upwards towards the sky. To join the moon and dance next to the stars who winked and showered us with their jealous, puny waves of light. I won't be brought down. I won't let these barriers hold me. I will dance in the sapphire grasp of the moon. I will howl. I will be one with the sun. The puppeteer behind this whole charade. I will live tonight.