I wish I were the Moon Bequeathing an enchanting night A mystical celestial sphere Bewitching lover’s hearts
A practical magic spell C a s t In a lonely hollow shell An ardent musical echo ― Released in an irrepressible Impassioned moan A twilight sigh escaping in untamed Blissful breath
A Sky without Moonbeams Is like a world without song It takes a certain darkness To heed a Sky full of Stars alone
I wish I were Moonstruck A fate I crave to behold Waxing and Waning Rising ― Changing A distant ocean’s ebbing tide
A captivating enchantment In the twilight beauty Of your eyes Dreaming of drowning Deep within Their deepest water’s Wild
I don't want to wake up and become ― More fading Barefoot traces left behind On some faded memory's Deserted shore
Right now is all There ever is ― and I wish I were The Moon tonight
Jesse Stillwater ... May 2018
The moon peeking through the trees to the east of the window as I lay awake last night at 3 am ... it was simply mesmerizing ― kidnapping illusive sleep, making a daydream out of a wistful night dream