I Spoke To the Moon

The moon had long since it spoke to me About its pearly star I ask her to sit in my bed So I could take from her a spoon of light One summer evening I saw her at my window And opened it right away Chasing her was a radiant star But she could not come to me and stay The moon had long since talked with me About loves born through the centuries While I prayed with my heart and hands For just a little residual light from its star The moon had long since talked with me Promising and expected to come one day On my Handrail a full-blown rose Was a gift from all miracles I prayed I spoke to the Moon about the golden rose Precious this gift and full of worth "The beautiful star was the one followed after Sweet this kind of life through the thorns... I spoke to the Moon late last night Now she is my beautiful and pure friend When she is mad, I talk to the star When I feel lonely, she offers me her hand…