the boy sat placid on the edge of the moon. his eyes gazing out at the sea of stars. the others taunted him, because he was different to them and soon, the blanket of stars were his only friends. he waved them goodnight and good morning. silently, wondered if he over-stepped and fell into their out-stretched net. he was sure, he didn't belong here, amongst the green figures teasing his pale skin. the stars were his only kin. one night, the boy began to dream. and, sub-consciously stepped over the boundary.

the stars held him from the solar gales. for once, he began to feel. this thing he had never felt before. happiness to the core.

A.N.

I have absolutely no idea what this means. But, that's what I love about poetry, how many ways it can be interpreted.