Moon Dreams

Tap, tap, a tapping on my shoulder

I turned to find the moon basking

and with a subtle flourish asking,


"Sir, have I in someway offended,

you always visited so unrelenting

singing of dreams and finer things"


Eyes downcast, I mumbled response,

"No, gentle sir, but can't you see,

I am no longer foolish and free"


With an uproarious laugh, he mused,

"I do see what you believe to see,

but foolish is what you came to be"



© 2004 Mike