Moon Man

The bowl is empty, the well runs dry. Quo vadis, planet earth?
Tonight, I followed a full moon home. Brilliant, bright
Buttery yellow, hanging low in the fields, as it's hung for ever.
We're so rooted in our lives, in the communal lies we've created.
The man in the moon doesn't care. He doesn't have a mortgage,
Or national debt. He doesn't use credit cards to feed his
Children, or buy up cheap, sell by date food late in the day.
Moon man show me a new source. Shine on me, light up
My sky. I hear you whisper "not quo vadis, but venire". Come
With me. Tonight I'll listen to what the man in the moon has to say.