I would rise to meet the moon,
In her home among the Indigo skies,
I would ride the stars
To where you are,
And slide down the moonbeams
Into your waiting arms,
Where I find all the peace
And comfort you bring me.
I would lie with you
In the velvet of the night,
Filled with promises,
Of sublime oneness,
Joining together in nirvanic pleasures.
I would be your home
When the world crashes in.
I would be the resting place.
Lay with me among the Indigo skies.
Let's slide down the moonbeams
Together while the moon and stars
Smile upon us and the
Universe plays the music of our love.
I would be your home, your resting place.
~CWylde © 2015
