Poetry by Jeff Green

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For the Moon is my MacGuffin

by cricketjeff on September 11, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

Long ago before I knew things, I walked mountainsides at night;
Seeing Moonbows touching treetops with a ghostly silver light.
There were bats above the water and an owl that sang my name,
Half a million miles from nowhere in a land no art can tame.

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

Looking out across the ocean from a lonely Irish shore,
Where a yellow Moon was dancing on a silver rippled floor,
In a mist of gentle raindrops I was pulled inside a dream,
Floating far above the waters where the Manx shearwaters scream.

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

When I first became a father I walked home on moonlit streets,
Lost in silent admiration of our nature’s greatest feats.
Tiny fingers grasping nothing and a smile that squeezed my heart,
Just another sheet of paper where a storybook could start.

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

When the last of all my children almost ceased to sing his song
I stopped sleeping for the terror and the Moon’s domain was long;
But she helped me find a purpose and my son declined to die,
All my life had started changing while she still caressed the sky.

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

I am older but still foolish and I still look out for love,
Feeling you inside my wishings when the Moon smiles high above.
Just last night she called me closer telling me to hold you tight,
So I dreamed you happy outcomes in her ever changing light.

For the Moon is my MacGuffin, making sense of all I see;
She’s the light that I look up to and she ties your heart to me.

Author notes

I was asked what a MacGuffin is, well what I think it is perhaps …

A MacGuffin is the reason for a story, it may not really be important or may be absolutely vital but it is something that recurs and seems to tie the whole thing together, and I am probably totally wrong but as Humpty Dumpty said “When I use a word it means just what I choose it to mean neither more nor less”, but he said it scornfully