As a kid, I was told a story,
Look at the moon, and sleep in it’s Glory,
It was the elders who taught us so,
They forgot to mention, moon has places else to go
Every morning I would go looking for him,
And found his buddy, the sun soaking me in,
I asked the sun where was my friend,
‘He will return close to sunset’ he said
For days I thought, the moon was angry with me,
He did not show up, and help me sleep,
While sometimes, he would play with me,
Peekaboo! An angle from here or from there he would be
Today after all these years, when I look at the sky and find him there,
It is a relief that my faith survived, my oldest friend lived all my life,
I had to find, a special place for him,
Always in my heart and thoughts, I need more than this,
I was to carve him in my life, like he has for years every night,
Inked it, as the phases of life
rskoshe 
My 2 cents…Agreed he is our friend for life, in agreement or strife. Mortal beings will not survive, but he will always be alive!
Now that’s a perspective I did not see before