Moonwalker, Moonwalker

Walking was too slow,

so I ran.

Running was too fast,

so I jogged.

Jogging was to average,

so I skipped.

Skipping was to joggy,

so I galloped.

Galloping was too runny,

so I hopped.

Hopping was to walky, 

so I moonwalked.

Moonwalking was my type of walk.

I walk that way the way I talk.

Tongue-twister, Tongue-twister,

That one awkward moment

when your desired definition of moonwalk

was not in the dictionary.

Backward, Forward,

that one stranger, bystander

that sees you dancing

and joins you.

Stranger, stranger,

I feel like I know you,

that one joyous moment

when we dance together.

Moonwalker, Moonwalker,

that beautiful moment,

when two childlike souls become one

in their trance of a dance.

Trance, Dance,

that one little moment

when dance and song

fuel a radiant light.

The childlike souls will still play,

all through the day...

and not sleep at night.

Day, Night,

they spend at play,

sharing their love in the world's dismay.

Moonwalker, Moonwalker,

back home he flies,

forgetting the fact

that our hearts are combined.

©LJ 

22 November, 2012