There is a man who loves the moon
He sits down under the shady afternoon
He waits for the moons shadow to see his reflection
When it happens there is neither loneliness nor rejection.

The moonlight gives force into his head
He feels that he arose from the grave like a living dead
Like a ghoul that looks for flesh to feed
Cemetery is a sanctuary, the coffin his bed.

He loves the moon like his lost girlfriend
Flying beyond the sky until the end
Imagining that he is aboard a jet plane
While filling his breathe with oxygen.

He like to discover what is behind the space
Despite the truth he is a man without a trace
55 Ancri and all the planets mocked him in disgrace
But the moon adopted him and solved his case.

He loves the moon, not for its goddess
Not for her beauty, nor for its sacredness
He loves the moon because of its sweet caress
The moon guiding him through the darkness.

He offered himself to the moonlight
A sacrificial lamb who gave his own life
Cosmopolitan ideology fills his insight
While for others his wisdom is only slight.

Yes, he is a man labeled as lunatic
The moon is a mystical being that brings magic
The high tide at the sea made him sick
Like a mad poet who turned skeptic.
-William M. Rodriguez II