Moonbeams

Every night I lye in bed and think about the moon
How beautiful and distant it is or if I'll see it soon
Even just a glimpse of it hanging way up high
On a bright blue cloudless day, sleeping in the sky
I've been to the moon and back again, in dreams and awake
It's a journey, that once more, I would gladly make
In fact I truly miss the moon because I never may
And its lifetime of distance is keeping my desires at bay
Just once again to hear its song I will forever long for
If the moon would only profess to me that it still does adore
Then I do imagine that the skies would open up and pour
Making the dry, thirsty ground happy and grateful, or,
If the moon rejected all, and pleas it did ignore
Then the Earth would hang in blackness, with all its ground so very sore
So I lye there each night and ponder, the wonder as vast as a dune
Trying to forget about the things I love, but never forgetting about the moon.