The Moon

I think the moon is very fair.
Its bright,light color.
At night,it's always there.

As the wolves howl,the night sets.
Trees grow,autumn leaves shed.
I watch this beauty unfold from the comfort of my bed.

Watching through the window.
I look at the moonlight,stars sparkle.
And I clear my worries and head.

It gives me a warm,welcoming smile from afar.
I look at it and admire,even though it's far.
Moonlight makes the stars sparkle even more on the big,black ink.

I look at it and begin to think.
If it's a whole another world out there,or just a nightlight.
You look at it and begin to sway.

Imagining a staircase to the moon,a magical pathway.
You climb the ladder,in awe you blink.
Is this Heaven?

And you begin to think.
Thoughts racing,you open up the moon's windows.
And you enter a bright paradise.

Sunflowers,cotton clouds.
The words the moon whispered sounded very wise.
You look around,make sure it's real.

And you begin to check twice.
Around you,golden fireflies.
As a phoenix flies in the sky.

You find it's all real and you wonder why.
You think to yourself,that it's just a dream.
Thinking,that asleep is all you've ever been.

A paradise,like nothing you've ever seen.
And nothing you've ever watched on a screen.
And you barely believe your eyes.

Feels like you begin to fantasize.
Imagining all the possibilities that come with with this place.
Thoughts race, wind blows your hair out of your face.

The sirens,they sang in grace.
But your time ends,and you have to leave this place.
You think that's very soon.

However,you visit the night after.
You visit every night.
And you feel on cloud nine.

You feel happy,hopeful.
And you start to feel just fine.