Jul 2015
The moon is my balloon
It follows me wherever I go
Cross-country or globally
Sometimes I lose it
In the clouds of snow and rain
But it always returns
It glows in the dark
And brightens the deepest nights
Beauty luminescent
It follows me wherever I go
Cross-country or globally
Sometimes I lose it
In the clouds of snow and rain
But it always returns
It glows in the dark
And brightens the deepest nights
Beauty luminescent
This poem was brought to you by the moon. I was watching it on a particularly long car ride and remembered how when I was a kid I would look at the moon from the car window and think that it followed me. It's just a but of inner child that quite a few people can relate to.
