Tree House In The Sky.

I wake
and stare
up at
the moon.

The sun
went down
but'll be
back soon.

I stand,
I fly,
I look
around.

At all
the things
down on
the ground.

Dust now
falls from
out of
my wings.

I try
to find
what night
time brings.

A friend?
A love?
A kiss
hello?

Spring time
giggles?
Or win-
ter snow?

I see
him now,
he looks
at me.

I fly
on down
my heart
is free.

My hand
in his,
away
we fly.

Up to
my tree-
house in
the sky.