Chrome The Moon

 

on wild nights when the
moon rides high and my
heart races with the
clouds that tickle the
moon's nose, chasing
the smile from its
face, painting its
eyes china-blue, i
want a machine that
will capture the moon
in all its glory and
plate it in chrome so
i can hang it, big and
round and wonderful in
my backyard.

then on those nights when
the moon is silent i will
go outside and sit under
my moon and dream of days
that are still to be with
us together under a joyful
sun.

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