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 [Posts%20by%20cricketjeff%202_files/happy.gif]
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