The moon's magic blanket,
The life it's rays begin
In darkness, it is not dark,
But light that is hidden within

The moon does not give light,
It reflects it from the sun
But it auras a magic feeling,
In which there is no compare

It beckons you,
It dares
The danger, seems none
As it captures you in trance
Your heart, your soul...
Your life

The moon, it's more than that
It's imagination alive,
A magic blanket that watches you as it hangs high in the air,
Is it a moon? Or a whimsy of the mind?
Is it science? Or a feeling to which none other can provide?
Does it give life? Or does it rip it from the living?

It warms me at night...
The moon's magic blanket