'Anna's Moon

Long ago had asked the Moon
If would belonged to me
'O' course', came as the Moon's reply
'Tho most will disagree

More oft' than not, do hear a lot
The Moon's not mine to own
Despite when times grew distant minds
And Moon found me alone

Just know those who deny it's true
You'll never ruin my Moon
But all of you who know I do
Will see yer there real soon

Directions for our rendezvous
Are mapped across your heart
So close your eyes through open doors
And mind yer journey's start

Take what's left of Moonbeam Way
And Muse a mile awhile
The other left near Ocean Spray
Waves past to Shadow's Isle

Shadow box with sorrowed thoughts
Weep deep 'till Willow Tree
Cries;'Behold!, 'tis good as gold
Yer Mind's Creative Key'

Pick yer pocket's, mind yer Key
Trade winds with evening's breeze
Blast a past down Cosmic Lane
Lose sense through feel at ease

Drift yer will, but just until
Real soon finds my Balloon
Then ask a cloud to say out loud,
‘Away to 'Anna's Moon’

Aye, here we wait, us 'Lunatics'
Where dreams keep well in play
From Earth's Shadows casting doubt
Who only know, 'No way'