Come with me,
and I'll take your hand in mine.
We'll find that cloud,
and glide away.
We'll shoot for the stars,
and sail on a rocket ship.
We'll coast through the night,
and say hello to Mr. Moon.
There won't be a need for a fright,
just you and I coasting throughout the night.
We'll draw our names in the sky,
and wave to all the constellations that say, "Hi!."
We'll scream at the top of our lungs,
and no one will care.
We'll have a special time, no doubt,
and forget this World for just a night,
If you come with me!
A contest entry
- when poetry happens by Dienush.
1250 points, ended July 13, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Sounds like a very nice promise. This is very romantic. I love it how you break the cliche of the moon as a feminine figure. Some of the images are nice, though I feel you could have gone farther away from the typical love motifs. Thanks for your entry
~Diana
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