the moon would rest on those sweet lashes

there is a trace of sunlight in the way you smile
a piece of the moon rests on your eyelids as you sleep
your walk shares the meandering path of a river calmed
by the presence of gentle wind

fallen silent to the earthly pleasures of 
your silhouette, a backdrop of intense simplicity
contrasts sharply, sweetly, with the thoughts
that seem to drift through my mind in spite of

you.. who would have me smile before the
last slit of daylight fades to brilliant beams
rather than slip into the unconcious world
feeling lost, so lost.. i'm lost without this

                 hope

She swings...
With hair of gathered spiders' strands, whipping back and forth like anemones in rough seas, she pumps. Legs out, legs back... her chipped toenail polish peeking from pink sandals, legs out, legs back, pumping higher.

mama peas... peas mama!_____________ _PUUU UUUUS ^HHHH!!!

She arches back, an infant crescent all of achingly soft baby flesh, tough toddler pride and a cool-burning terrible two temper talking in tongues.

She sees... far and away...

LOOK MAMA! MOON!

And she sings... and she swings,

I'm fly- YEN _to da MOooooooooooON!

goodnight, moon Ω the cow jumped over the moon Ω stella luna Ω man in the moon Ω la luna, que bella luna Ω Fly me to the moon Ω moondrops Ω carry moonbeams down in a jar Ω