I'Ve Never Grown Up

as a child the crescent moon would visit me at my bedroom window his face lit up by his captivating smile we would talk hours in a row i would skateboard on his crest for quite a time in the lull of the night in the refreshing glow of the suns residue and on the full of his light then always with a wink we would say our goodbyes then always a slow vanish before the sun rise