Moonbeams knocking at my window
Don’t you know,
your glow keeps me from slowed rhythmic patterns
of slumber?

You play amongst the clouds,
creating a sky filled with
reflections and melodic
connections.

Moonbeams gently touching my face
Don’t you know,
You’re suppose to bring a quiet lullaby
into this dreamland “drive-in” movie place?

So enough already…
Move a little higher overhead
So your beams no longer
dance upon my bed.

Present