FLY ME TO THE MOON

When we were younger, many of us had dreams of flying to the moon. I used to look up at the night sky and dream of what it would be like to fly to the moon. That is where I got the inspiration for this poem called Fly Me To The Moon.

The sun fades below the horizon,
appearing is a beacon in the night,
the celestial sky dances from the moons glow,
fly me to the moon.

Each beam illuminates a hidden path,
shadows dancing and dreams awaken,
a symphony from crickets,
in the stillness where time holds its breath.

Moonlight unfurls like a tender secret,
showing the world in shades of possibilities,
as night blooms with unseen colors, 
and horizon melts into whispers.

In this tranquil hour, we wander,
searching for answers in the quiet glow,
where thoughts become as soft as feathers,
and the beauty of the moment holds us close.

So fly me to the moon,
linger in the silver light,
dance in the serenades of night,
for under the watchful gaze of the moon,
we are lost, yet beautifully found.

Written by Mia Ball 02/10/2025