Call the Moondust

You can call it magic, you can make believe

Or just find the beauty in the things you see

In a rosy sunset or a blooming flower

In the subtle shifting of a single hour

In the eyes that catch yours from across the hall

There is no way to perceive it all

You can call the moondust anything you like

Still it floats and glows here in the searing light

As it eats the seals around your vacuum packs

And corrodes the workings of your capsule’s hatch

To leave you stranded there upon that lesser globe

There is no way for you to get back home

You can bow to science if it serves your need

To pretend you understand a single thing

As the song of God is strummed on Planck-length strings

And the angels drumming with their beating wings

To the song that was the birth of everything

There is no way

There is no way

There is no way to resist

You must join and sing