to the moon

as we glide
forward
towards the moon,
the earth behind us.
what is there to see?
stars,
rocks, a lifeless
orb,
the white dust
of nothing.
we want to travel
to places
where there is nothing
there to see.
no air
to breathe.
all that matters
is behind us.
the love
we've made,
the friends we choose
to keep.