Love and Beauty

Slide Down the Moon With Me

Go on,
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                  Down the moon with me;
Take my hand—push away,
And forever we'll be free.   
I can see the sparkle in your eyes:  
The stars I wish to see.  

The moon I feel is soft as snow,
And as we glide, through space and time,
Your face lights up like stars below.
I can't believe you're truly mine.
This I think as your face glows.

At the end of the clay-white moon—
Where the edge cuts the sky,
Our hearts and souls become attune,
And are love's soaring high:
High enough to hear the angels' tune.

So dangle your legs off the ledge,
Wiggle your toes in the clouds,
And twinkle the stars near the edge,
As they gather, like a hushed crowd—
While my whole life I pledge.