I wish I were the moonI will sing and serenade herAnd talk to her for hoursAnd I will give her showersOf flowersAnd let the petals fall as they may.We'll be on a rooftop togetherAnd she'll wave to some unknownShe'll flirt with old boyfriends, grownAnd devour them.She'll chew them up and spit out their bones.During times she should be dreamingBut sleep remains out of sight,She turns out the light.Sometimes I can hear her singingHer lonely cries for the love of her life.Oh, how I wish I were the moon!The celestial body she howls for:He keeps her company these lonely nightsAnd she loves him.(But I love her.)We'll be on a riverboat togetherJust her and me, in the mid-day,No night-time to get in the way.And I can almost hear her say,"I love only you."Alas, fantasies remain fantasies,And dreams remain dreams.And no matter how oblivious she seemsSomething inside me always screams,"You will never have your love returned!"But I know how she'd laughAnd brush the thought awayAnd continu
lunacyIf I remember right,I first met you at nightin moonlighton a rooftop, way back when.And you watched me go around,disappeared beyond the ground,and then I left without a sound(for I was foolish then)And it was at night when you came for meAnd I finally let you seeMy face,As I pull and push the sea.I wax, I wane,I dance without complainAnd I thank my lucky starsbecause I've never been more free(I think)But you forced yourself to stay awakeand I told you, that's a grave mistakebut I pretty sure you didn't hear.I'm too quiet compared to nighttime chatterand you never really knew what was the matterand I don't want you to climb that ladderto try and get near.Please don't come close to meBe thankful you've got gravityand that your lovely eyes can seethe day.I regret I'm up here, barely tetheredfloating around like a featherthrough thick and thin and bad weather(no one listens to what I say anyways)You got on one knee, almost in a trance"Mia luna," you said, "
Morning-Walker ChildrenPlease turn off your sprinklersFor the morning-walker childrenWho don't like to get wet.The mist is cold and uncomfortableWhen the sun is coldand the sky is clear.There's a secret line we walk,Between the livingand the sleepingHow sweet the dew-grass must taste!Silken spiders are weaving their websOn crystal droplets.Such shy flowers that must bloomAt the kiss of dawn.They flutter their eyelashesin the cool breezes,And will shy awayfrom the glareof the wakened sun.The morning-walker childrenawaken every day without fail.They raise their drowsy eyelidsand adjust for the bright sunDay in, day out.For always and eternity.We stir the stars aroundIn the rising sky,And let them fall awayOut of sight and sound.We kiss them good-bye,And listen to what they say.The morning-daylight raysThat peek on our faces,Brighten our tired eyes.We spend these countless daysSuccumbing to chases,And when we do sleep,All we want isone more sunrise.For there's a promisewe