Once there was a man who lived on the moon

As you can imagine he was quite lonely.

He would stare from his perch into the ink blue

Sky and wonder of children’s dreams

And if they like the stars twinkled

Brightly to illuminate the night.

 

He wondered until one night

As he sat perched upon the moon

Thinking of his loneliness

He saw a twinkle

That was not a star, flying through the blue

He reached up and caught the thing.

It was a dream!

 

It shimmered, and was like smoke in his hands, this dream,

That had gotten lost in the night.

A dream come from the blue

That had somehow landed on the moon!

The man felt a twinkle

In his eye. It was a dream to ward off loneliness

 

No longer to be lonely

The man held tight to this dream

For a while it held its twinkle

And brightened up the night.

It even seemed to make dull the moon,

Until one day it seemed to fade a grayish blue.

 

The man on the moon felt his own face go blue

Perhaps the celestial creature was lonely.

 So he cast a net around the moon

In hopes of catching another dream.

He caught another two that very night.

He let the fading dream free as the others began to twinkle.

 

But even they eventually began to lose their twinkle

So when they began to fade a grayish blue

He would release them back into the frosty night

He keeps this cycle going, so he will never be lonely

And eventually return the dreams He stole, and held captive on the moon.

So if ever a night where your dreams disappear, leaving you lonely You’ll know that they’ve been through the hands of the man on the moon To return with a twinkle on the deep midnight blue