MOON CRADLE
La lune est un croissant si fin ces jours-ci, couché presqu'à l'horizontale... Il invite au rêve I knew I 'd never been there never hung above city lights never rested thus in the air never felt the breeze up those heights. There as in a hammock you lay I crouched and turned and tried to see then settled and t’was nice to stay, your arms enfolding me. How cuddly and warm your body - stars swarm and leap all around But soon we’re sound asleep Just a pack of clothes nestled in the moon mp