The Chosen

I am the next full moon and I have chosen you
To dwell on high with me
While all the world sighs below our view
The atmosphere will glow in kind
When our faces here
It sees

The earth will sleep leaving all in our care
While we count slowly to ten
Laughing as clouds pass by in our air
Seeking to hide our eternal glow
Chased over rambling hills
By a fickle wind

You are the next new star in heaven’s skies
I have now chosen you
To be the foundation on which I glide
I will wrap you in silver feelings
Until you become the sun
And say adieu

© 2010 Neva Flores – Changefulstorm