I go where moonbeams go
I wake from sleep and hitch a ride
Upon a moonbeam passing by
Where shall I go I can’t decide
no matter how hard I may try.
I am content to simply glide
and go wherever moon beams go.
Dark city streets where shadows hide
the shameful secrets which they know.
Along slate roof tops wet with rain
my faithful moon beam carries me.
Far out to sea and back again
there is so much for me to see.
When morning comes I’m back in bed.
My mother says it was a dream
but I just smile and nod my head.
Tonight I’ll catch a new moon beam.
29-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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