Without leaving the downy chair  
you and I trek through the woods and the meadows,
down the lane, across the river and over the hills.

We visit the silence above the sea  
where the moon starts its journey across the sky.
The lights on the ships extinguish
as they float into the big dark night,  
rocking rhythmically atop the never-ending waves.

When you’re almost too sleepy to think anymore,
as I usher you gently into the day’s end,
My eyes float above the last words.

And though I recite them to you,  
it would be wrong to call it reading,
for the words are in my heart—
“I love you right up to the moon, and back.”