Touch the Moon

You must shed all fear if you want to reach the moon
you must spread your wings far and wide, to reach the moon

Dance naked under the moonlight, but don't be cold
wear her as a wedding mantle, go fetch the moon

Go pitch your tent up the high Atlas, under
African skies, gaze into her eyes, touch the moon

When dawn breaks the day, hold out your hands,
and be ready when it falls, to catch the moon

In the long winter when you find her frozen
on the lake, thaw her by the fire, go fetch the moon

Plunge the depths, embrace the sea bed,
hold a fistful of pearls, pitch them to the moon

Ah... my heart! hurry up, drink your wine for
night is brief, and it's far to reach the moon

©2009 Beatrice V