TAKE me to the stars, Mummy,
I need to find the moon.
Take me to the highest mountain.
Let me touch the clouds.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.
Take me to a cliff, sheer rock,
So I may smell the sea.
Let me fly with a gull's grace
Down to the mighty waves.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.
Take me to a forest, Mummy.
I need to breathe the air.
Give me eyesight of a tiger searching for its prey.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.
A mother rocked her dying child
And listened to her murmur.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she whispered softly.
"I can't take you to the stars."
But she didn't hear her mother's words,
For she had found the moon.
melodic and beautiful in its
melodic and beautiful in its flow and then the punch at the last stanza, wow! Pulls on the heartstrings and the sensibilities.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you kindly.
This is one of my few scratchings I don't automatically hate. Maybe it was the simplicity and not trying so hard to emulate my heroes.
Alliswend bin ich nicht, doch vie list mir bewußt.
And this is good that it has
And this is good that it has not been expunged as many earlier works are destined to be despatched.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver