What if the man in the moon was actually a person?

He is moonstruck. His eyes have forgotten the path home, and now they wander to the moon like a couple of wayward girls to the door of this stranger. <br>He dreams of the moon, and he dreams of home. Sometimes he is convinced that the two are the same. <br><br>He only knows fragments of how he came here: that she has given him the gift of eternal life because she has loved him, and that the price was everything he knew of being alive. <br><br>He knows he has a daughter whose eyes burn like stars and a wife whose hair shines like the sun, and he wants to go home to them. He knows he is brother to the wind and cousin to the trees and friend to the birds and the rabbits, but he is none of those things anymore. He knows she has given him wings so that he could fly home to them, but he has forgotten the way. <br><br>So he sits in the moon and watches the earth. He has watched it for centuries, and he has seen it grow and change. He has watched empires rise and fall and mountains form and erode. He has watched everything with the detachment of a stranger who has been stranded on this earth for years but has never learned to speak the language. <br><br>He is the reluctant landlord of the moon, and he wants to go home. <br><br>How would his life change if the girl landed on the moon? What if she flew through the museums and the gardens and the forests and the rivers of the moon and found his house? What would happen if his daughter, whose eyes had burned like stars, walked up to the moon and knocked on the door, but the reluctant landlord answered? <br><br>Is it possible that they would be able to overcome the weight of their grief and share the winged stranger with each other?