to be touched.
as gentle as a summer's breeze.
for i am the leaves hanging from the branches.
as quiet as a roaring mouse.
as silent as a squeaky house.
we praise the moonlight,
that enveloped hands reach toward.
the night is made of blankets.
twinkled sheets and bright covers
to keep the streets warm,
to put the sky to sleep.
and to protect the silent trees,
the animals in slumber,
the ground filled with tired flowers,
and the foaming sea.
while the sun was gone,
roaming grace fell upon me.
for you i've come to know so well.
grow we did in moonlight's spell.
we put up no fights.
stay right here with me.
free to love under gentle touch.
such fingers made of shy midnight clouds.
fly me to new heights.
through night sky cotton.
through desires not forgotten.
and we'll float; mid-space flyers.
in a twinkled sea; higher now.
never coming down.