I Stole the Silvery Moon

Last night...

While you were asleep,

I stole the silvery moon.

Siezed him by his

cratered chin,

yanked him out

of shimmering skies,

and threatened him

with daylight,

atmosphere,

and long sunsets,

if he didn't stay put.

To soothe, and ease,

and glisten, and gleam,

while I lay with you,

under the glow

of his opulent shine;

radiant, and tranquil,

knowing that day,

worn-out and weary,

would agree,

and promise...

to look the other way.