Light of the Moon

I wish we were happy
I wish I were content
If I had a ton of money
and our possessions were scant
We’d roam the country
and live in a tent
We’d wander and wonder
and call noplace our home
Free little birds
with time of our own
We’d head north in the summer
and south come the snows
Chased by the weather
laughing at our toes
We’d sing and we’d dance
and compose our own tune
just you and me, babe—
that dark silhouette
in the light of the moon


Image courtesy of susan-lu4esm via Pixabay.com

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