Fly by the moon
Flower underneath my nose
Cigarette at my lips
Warm cup of tea awaiting
Ignorance is bliss
Fly by the moon
Come away with me tonight
Feel the wind beneath
The light in yonder sky
We can fly
Even with a few feathers gone amiss
La lune is waiting patiently
To highlight every move
The breath of brilliance
Cut out a paper airplane
Even if to fold it from the sky
A piece of heaven
Drifting through the clouds
Inherent we can fly
To plant a garden
In the moon dust of your heart
My favorite flower is
Your image twirling in my eye
Fly by the moon
A white windstorm is heading
As starred azaleas take to bloom
In the crescent of your smile
Above the gloom
© GÄ
Poétique 