Dreams invade my world.
Become my world.

When my head hits the pillow,
Dreams are my reality.

To get lost in the dreams,
To forget the day.

Night's playground.
Climb, jump, swing.

Join the Man on the Moon,
What a curious man.

Has he found love?
Does he know desire?

Is he afraid to face the day?
Is that why he hides up there?

What does he dream?
Who is it for?

One day she'll join him,
Up there in those stars.

They shall find love.
They shall know desire.

In the playground of the night.
In the dreams.

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Desire is my constant companion.
To desire a life of love.
A life of beauty.
A life of splendor.
To reach for the sky.
Desiring each of these things.
To need them even.

Everyone craves something from this world.
Companionship.
Love.
Health.
Adventure.
Beauty.

I desire each of things in their own way.
But most of all I desire love.
And beauty.
In myself and the ones around.
A life I can look forward to
Each day.

I look to the sky for these things.

Funny thing is,
The Moon Man hides in it.
Afraid to be let down.
Afraid to see ugliness,
That so often shadows the beauty.
How could he know love,
In his solitude?

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I like to think I am not so like
The Man on the Moon.
Not so alike, are he and I,
Right?
Instead of hide in the sky,
Only showing myself fully once a month,
The rest in secret,
The world can see my face.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Quick to let even a stranger in,
To know my secrets,
The big and the small.
Allow another to accept or reject me,
From the very beginning.

Is the Moon Man wise,
To hide himself save for that one night?
Or only a coward who hides behind a mask,
Of deceit.

Is he wise to let you in,
Slowly, but surely?
Or a fool for then shutting you out again,
Slowly, but surely,
When he sees the world is not such a
Bright and good place
As he would hope?

Why the push and pull?
As with the tide.
Hell, he is the tide.
Almost and cold.
That Moon Man.

To be continued...