The Arms I Choose to Lie In

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
shines so bright upon me
and softly shifts my hair
with its gentle fingers,
leaving streaks of silver
in my once ordinary strands

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh i have the moon
and it will never leave
or turn its face from me in anger
every night i wait
and every night it does not disappoint
its light lives within me
and radience smiles from my lips

for me alone it sings,
sweet pulsing notes
that whisper in my ear
the glittering nonesense of a lover,
rocking me into a sleep
where i know not want or need,
and i melt under the silken touch
that spills over my window sill

sometimes, alone in the dark
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
quietly holds me, without complaint,
for as long as i'd like,

while i dream.