While the Moon Still Smiles

I’ll be a moon, pale

And perfect and too f a r

Away to touch. I’ll smile down at you

And let my fingertips lick you like moonbeams

Then I’ll turn away, (shy) when you finally see

Me and watch you wish on a shooting star.

Even though I’m the closet thing to your

Outstretched heart strings, I’m still

Too f a r away

To touch