Chelynne's Trip To the Moon
Should you travel to the moon
with your silver lock box on your back,
I'll pack up a poetry quilt for your journey
along with a memory snack.
If you should sad hunger for friendships gone missing
or a voice which can echo your soul
just unlock your heart lock and breathe like a trooper.
Snuggle up in these words when you're cold:
I love you. Not like the flittering fleeting,
or those who read only the title in your eyes.
I love you when you stand up just like a ballerina
and I love you when you exhale a self-conscious sigh.
I'll know you until the moon floats up, up and away
from the sun shine she bathes in at night.
I'll know each and every word that you say
is both honorable, truthful and right.
So, when you glance back from your trip to the moon
and the earth looks a bit out of reach
Remember this heart is connected to yours
a commitment which distance can't breach...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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