SONGs of The Moon

I

I wish you all the magic of the moon
and recite you the ditty moon while
fairies flit in your eyes, I'd give you
the champagne sphere in the sky.

You drew me to the blue skies of your
spectacle where I held your hand of
attentiveness, though no promises, no
guarantees were uttered,

Still I take you in my fluttering epics,
taking you far beyond your passion.
I'd kiss you with butterflies every time
you heave pieces of me,

I will breed you in my sweet gesturing
chronicles for they are far beyond Jack
be nimble, and so much more than the
candle stick, much deeper than

Any cow that can jump over the moon,
much meaningful than any sight of a
delighted little dog, and I wait for your
passion to rummage me with fervor

Sleep shall softly hum all through the
night while dreams and fancies flow
and Michael rows his boat of songs
and rhymes ashore,

For these utterances are my heart,
sequenced of events, unfolding before
you into the tunnels of time, and they
are spun from

passage after passage, rhyme after
rhyme, words of passion are printed
black on white, so grandly of images,
and colors so vivid, I sit here

as the clock tick past one, the mouse
runs down, let the jitter bugs crawl in
their plateaus where lilies weep in the
sensual rains of silken,

And this is my sultry passion to heed even
the faintest whispers, words to a timeless
volume, epics filled with fancy and marvel,
still I'd love you for eternity

Even if it's for a moment of you, it doesn't
matter how quick or how savoring you do
escort me, for I will always sing you songs,
playing upon the heart strings of the moon.



Champagne
Candle
Delight
Kiss
Love
Passion
Plateau
Sensual
Silken
Sultry

© Rena Scribe 2009