Literature
The blue man and the moon
The blue man fell in love with the moon. He wove stairs from memories of distant stars and strands of midnight, desire waxing with each step. A week and week again, the ivory circle mocked his half way reach; on the twenty eighth night, ladder complete, forlorn, impatient, he unraveled midnight, scattering stars that once were stairs, and on the twenty ninth he lay with the sun.