Spinning ball, rolling the nights
You the moon,
Cool a little, the heat of our lost sights.

Thine work to bathe the nights
Shall continue,
Whether surrounding is pin-drop silent,
Or this so concerned world is at the dream's height.

Hand in hand, fur soft,
waltzing feet
She and I.
Don't feel bad
if she says to stay longer,
Or if I make her shy,
moist or dry.

Don't feel jealous, even when
she nudges me with elbow
while laughing,
Which is her only bad habit though.

Stay there smiling brightly
all the time.
Until, this dream of mine
won't come alive.

To steal her for a walk in real,
In silent,
on the longest night.

Although,
My dream could have
millions of ways for
My date with her,
Also the hand
Could be
any out millions of hand
Out there.
But as I chose her
for this Crazy dream,
To accomplish and write,
For this very possible date.
With my mind, already made,
With the same
Laid,
Equally tender sphere thee,
I choose it to happen
Below Thine Shade.