hey, mr. moonlight,

hey, mr. moonlight.
you're jumping out of sight. come back to me, please.
your eyes are too bright, too bright for me to forget. if you break my heart, i'll run
as
far
as
i
can,
but i can never escape you. every night you rise again, reminding me that i can only run as far as the sunset. then, there you are, laughing and dancing and prancing just beyond my fingertips.
hey, mr. moonlight. you're bright tonight, i see my shadow in your light. i stretch my arms to the heavens, hoping my fingertips will graze your cool face but i can't reach far enough. your sparkling stellar friends wink at me; i think they know something i don't.
do
they,
mr.
moonlight?
i need to soothe this ache, mr. moonlight. will you not come visit me? if you won't come to me,
MAYBE THAT'S IT!
i will come to you,
good sir,
and this aching will cease and your eyes will crease and i will smile back at you.
i shine too, now;donotaskmehow.
but what is this? i, with my golden rays, cannot quite reach you. my warm fingers were not meant to touch your cool check after all.
instead i push myself
UP UP UP in the morning, only seeing glimpses of your
back
as you go home to sleep until my bedtime
i see you briefly in passing as i drop into the sea, as you wake for your night shift.
do you remember me? do you remember me as the girl who stretched to stroke your face and who ran to say hello to you at sunset?
hey, mr. moonlight, do you remember?



sunday october 4 2009
greenwater 23:15