moon

May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.

May you wake up... and start dancing while you're still half-asleep.

May you spray-paint Rilke poems as graffiti on highway overpasses...

My you learn to identify by name 20 flowers, 15 trees, 10 clouds, and one extrasolar planet...

May you dream of taking a trip to the moon in a gondola powered by firecrackers and wild swans.

Fantastic truths perish slower... Sappho's moon will survive the moon of Armstrong.  Different computations are necessary.

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

The moon is quite a show off given the chance.  The stars make a sound when they shine so bright.  Water so blue and so black.

Go out of the house to see the moon, and't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.

You don't have to be tall to see the moon.

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Wisdom is as the moon rises, perceptible not in progress but in result.

Each that we lose takes a part of us;
   A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
   Is summoned by the tides.