how many stars do you think you possess?
The moon is shining bright on this night, peeking out its head through my window as I sit on the floor of my bed dreaming. I think of astrounauts and lost boys, trying to imagine what it would be like to be a Wendy or even an Amelie.
I wish to be able to catch the moonbeams sitting softly on my glass window. That somehow I could hold tightly to its luminous strings and somehow pull myself closer to the moon.
I have wondered if there is blue cheese on the moon, or tiny men running around. All I know that it must have a beautiful view, of the earth below.
So I fly into the dark navy blue sky.