I think I saw the moon tonight
Ivory, aglow
Alive and bright, reflecting light
Shone through my open window
I think I felt the moon tonight
With my fingertips just so
I brushed against her dusty cheek
And whispered a meek “Hello”
I think I heard the moon tonight
Voice lighter than a feather
She shared the folklore of the faeries
Who danced amongst the heather
I traveled with the moon tonight
From Berkley to Milan
She showed me the most gorgeous sights
Beyond imagination
I danced around the moon tonight
To melodies of yore
I felt so happy and carefree
I hadn’t heretofore.
I slept upon the moon tonight
She lulled me to a sopor
She lay me back in my warm bed
And tucked me in the covers.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
I think I saw the moon tonight
Ivory, aglow
Alive and bright, reflecting light
Shone through my open window
I think I felt the moon tonight
With my fingertips just so
I brushed against her dusty cheek
And whispered a meek “Hello”
I think I heard the moon tonight
Voice lighter than a feather
She shared the folklore of the faeries
Who danced amongst the heather
I traveled with the moon tonight
From Berkley to Milan
She showed me the most gorgeous sights
Beyond imagination
I danced around the moon tonight
To melodies of yore
I felt so happy and carefree
I hadn’t heretofore.
I slept upon the moon tonight
She lulled me to a sopor
She lay me back in my warm bed
And tucked me in the covers.
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