Swift me to the paper moon that haunts
the dawn, your hand held tight
in mine, a promise not to let me fall
back down to earth too soon.
Swirl me in a sky-dance far away
from cold reality that's nighttime more
than daylight. An hour with you to swoon
the feathered clouds that thread the air
around my shrouded fears for just a brief
reprieve is all I need. Then gentle me back
down to earth afloat in kindly words - calmer
for sweet moments flying high with you.