Dream A Dream

19

I lay in bed and stare at the moon
I'm a little sad he'll be gone soon
Sometimes I lay awake
And think about how we're alike
Gorgeous, glimmering and bright is he
And everyone stops and stares at thee.
He occasionally hides
But it's because he's shy
I sometimes wish that he were mine.
That he was here
Or I was there.
Maybe then, I'd spend less time
Trying to make my poems rhyme.

- dear mr. moon