If I could see the moon, I wonder what she would say Does she want to meet me too? Does she want to see my day? If I could see the night Would it be pretty black and blue? Or maybe even bright I don't even know who you are, but I would make do. I imagine you with long, silk hair, compared to my messy golden locks I imagine you with skin so fair and wise eyes, like a fox. I want to meet you, I want to see you, but curious as I am, it comes with worry, too. If I want to see the moon, I'm not sure she would know what to say she might change her mind after she thought it through and think this is just child's play. I want to meet the moon and hold the sea close to me to get caught with her harpoon and get her tangled up with me But I know what's reality and what I can really hold close to me But that won't keep me dreaming about what I feel inside me.
all writing by me any guesses what this is about? beats me
