MIDSUMMER MOON Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll float across the shadowed pond And hear the bullfrog’s serenade. We’ll fish for stars in the deep dim sky And borrow lightning bugs for bait. We’ll watch the spider weave her web While others lie asleep in bed. Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll lie among the spongy ferns and let the dew anoint us. We’ll drift between the soft brown moths And let their wings caress us. We’ll dance across the Queen Anne’s lace And never leave a human trace. Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll skip down rows of evening primrose While daytime lilies slumber. We’ll listen to the barred owl’s hoot Echo through the quiet woods. We’ll hitch a ride with a dragonfly And swoop through nighttime’s darkened sky. Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll slide down slippery moonbeams Into a stack of new-mown hay, Then slowly bathe in a moonlit lake Of cool blue velvet water. We’ll make a shooting star our kite And fly it ‘till the new day’s light. And if a summer storm should come, And if a heavy rain should fall, We’ll lightly go between the drops Until the sudden fury stops. So come to a place you’ve never been To find a world you’ve never seen And if you believe that this can be, Then come, kiss the moon with me. – Priscilla Kirkpatrick “Poets of Boca Grande”
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