Buttoning the Moon
Do you know, I can press the sky with the silver button of a rising moon?
It’s high in the stars and I can reach it in my wishing ballon.
At midnight, I can climb up high, on an invisible ladder of stairs
Up beyond the rooftops, the trees, the clouds, left quiet and unawares
And at the top, I can step into the dreaming, the basket of light
And let go of the anchor and sail in the balloon, higher and higher, into the rivers of night
And along I can drift to the constellations of worlds and times left hidden, lost and unseen
To float across landscapes bridges and cities of millions, all busy and living in my sleeping dream
And when I look down upon the great curve of secrets the blue and grey, the changing of skies
I think of our sun, a star, like a blink of daylight in the shrinking tears of our hurrying lives.
And so I reach out to the passing streams and rivers, the oceans and mirrors of thousands and thousands of stars
And grab two handfuls in the rushing of darkness and turn back from the warning blink of the planet of mars.
And when I reach for the moon, this silver button in the blackness of darkness in the the middle of night
I press it with my thumb and switch on the morning for I want it to be beautiful wonderful and light.
And then I throw out my stars from the basket and the awakening dreams of my balloon
And sprinkle them across the morning, the laughing of dawn and the tickling farewell of the moon.
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