The moon is sleeping on my bed,
And putting strange thoughts in my head.
Its light caresses me inside,
Moves passion round as if a tide.
The moon is cool and blue and ice,
But still he's behaved and nice.
When I looked up into his eyes,
He showed me shades of paradise.
Christine V. Grupp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-13/
