Jan 2019
was a story I read
When I was young and glittering
Four steps ahead
That book started my love
For the night sky
With foggy breath on my window
I open my eyes wide
The bright lights, city lights
Red lights from cars
Target lights across water
Shining from afar
When I was a child
It was the boats
The dim bathroom glow
Across the field, mild
No matter how far I go
Every night, without fail
I know the moon and lights are there
And they each tell a tale
So I lay my head to rest
Goodnight, Moon
While nostalgia takes over
I’ll see you soon
When I was young and glittering
Four steps ahead
That book started my love
For the night sky
With foggy breath on my window
I open my eyes wide
The bright lights, city lights
Red lights from cars
Target lights across water
Shining from afar
When I was a child
It was the boats
The dim bathroom glow
Across the field, mild
No matter how far I go
Every night, without fail
I know the moon and lights are there
And they each tell a tale
So I lay my head to rest
Goodnight, Moon
While nostalgia takes over
I’ll see you soon
When I was younger, my mom read this book to me almost every night. It was my favorite book. The idea of that bright, beautiful light in the sky looking down at me and wishing me goodnight was a wonderful fantasy, one I loved. As it nears midnight where I am, I decided to write a poem about a lost childhood love.
