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To Kiss the Moon



I lay in my bed, cold and in thought

when the moon struck a light and soon I was caught

in its beaming gleam and wonderous shine

and I took it in hand and claimed it as mine.

It dazzled, and sparkled, and shone with a glow

and distracted a crowd below my window.

I leaned out my bedroom to take in the scene

and shouted "You cannot have it!  It is mine to be seen!

No one will have it, it is mine to behold!

Its warmth will keep me; no more am I cold!

You cannot steal it and I will not sell!

You cannot have it!  With me it will dwell!"

But the crowd merely stood there, stately and still

for their gaze was cast on a faraway hill.

And soon my attention to the sky was drawn

And I realized too late that this was the dawn.

"Goodbye dear old moon, for now I do see

that your place is elsewhere and not here with me.

The place in the sky that I plucked you there from

now beckons you tither and tells you to come.

The Sun now approaches and hastens your leave.

You must go now; this I believe."

My selfish self has blinded my eyes:

My good sense was burried and I was not wise.

I.My stolen gift did not last very long

And that is the point of this quaint little song.