Lay beneath the Moonlight

and count the stars that are to come,
to witness a legacy begin.
laying there covered in the light of the night,
I drift into a state of thought that captivates my senses.
It allows me to conclude that I'd live in the night sky,
If I had any say in the matter.
I'd sleep above the clouds and
beneath the heavens.
But all the while with an angel of my own.
the pressence of whom alleviates any pain,
calms any anger, makes my heart do cartwheels.
I'd live an enternity in serenity.
in an single second with the thought of the one
that lives in the northern night sky.
all the while wishing upon the children of the moon,
for a brighter day once the sun came out to play.


all of this is off the top of my head.
with nothing but the thought of the moon,
and the thought of tommarow