Thy Moon I Seek
Thy Moon I seek tonight,
Calls the wind to come to light.
Blowing the words in my head
While I’m whistling as I’m ahead
Of all the wild rowdy commotion
Featuring the herd with its notion.
Thy white moon I seek tonight,
Faces the fields to hold me tight.
To stop me from walking home
As I’m stuck in the world I roam.
I appreciate its hefty humble soul,
Tucking me tight in fields I stole.
Thy bright gleaming moon I seek,
Comes to visit me when I’m meek
To greet me when I’m at my worst,
To greet me when I’m at my best,
To listen to my language of art
In the end, middle and the start
Thy moon I seek tomorrow night.
Will make sure I’m in his sight
When I’ll visit his fruitful fields
It is the night where he shields
My twinkle twinkle little star.
Good night. I’m going far.
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