Moon in a Bottle

I put the moon in a bottle,

And I don’t want to let her go.

She sits there in my room,

Beautiful beyond her glow.

She sifts and shimmers in ambient grays,

She kisses me goodnight,

If life and joy were in her rays,

I’d want to be their light.

To haunt in there together,

We phantoms of the night,

To laugh and wane away,

On rivers of starlight.

But alas, she calls to me,

With purest shades of mirth,

To once again let her free,

And hover over earth.

But what of our adventures?

What of you and I?

She tells me not to worry,

She will not pass me by.

With reluctant hand and aching heart,

My tears wrap around her own,

And with final kiss of timeless breath,

To the night sky she has flown.

Sometimes I will remember,

As I walk along the shore,

The times we had together,

Of love I know no more.

But silver light of my darling lost

Beckons me above,

And amidst the stars I hear her call,

“For you I shine, my love.”