Dear Moon

by They Call Me Megan   Jul 2, 2005


Looking delightful, lounging out in that darkness
Show off your curves, too delish
Quit taunting me, I already know
One day I will fly from my pocket space-shuttle
To curl up in your crescent
Join you and the stars for the outrageous party
Hide in your craters, float on all the nothingness
Literally my dearest
Look at you, at your fullest
Calling a rendezvous
I’ll meet you at midnight, shine your brightest please
I’m flying from my pocket space-shuttle
I reserved a table for two, candlelit and serene
I hope you like cheap wine, its all I can manage
Party is over, your crescent calls
Cradle me, Sing to me
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, your always mine
Cradle me, Sing to me
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, my beauty
Gleam for me
One last night
Cradle me.

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