The Man and the Boy on the Moon

Midnight lights and blueberry skies
match the smile on your face
and the twinkle in your eyes.
Forever we sit there, thinking out loud;
between the neon stars
and the golden clouds.

But I grip onto your hand as I'm afraid to fall;
the world may be ending and we won't know at all,
but for now that's okay, I'll take it in my stride,
because there's nothing more precious than a father's pride.

You try to play music, but it doesn't seem to work
and even though you're angry, I can't help but smirk.
You notice and laugh, it doesn't matter today;
this moment between us makes it up, perfectly.

Your hands are like rock heads, old and disguised
and mine in comparison is little-boy sized -
but held together like a heart, we're one in the same;
by blood, by bond, by skin and by name.

Blueberry nights and midnight skies
match the twinkle on your face
and the smile in your eyes.
Together we sit there, grinning out loud;
between the golden stars
and the neon clouds.