Sleep Upon The Moon

Now, look into the distances you hold cupped in your hands. Look into the world you can wave into being with a mere gesture of impatience with the imperfection that surrounds you.

It is a world you can walk through, a world you can touch, a world you can hold against your beating heart. A world that turn slowly, much slower than this one, so each moment stretches out as far as a hand wants to reach.

It is a world that you shape to fit your mood. A whim creates a sunset with more colours than can exist, for you to walk along a beach of the softest sand to meet that lover you always wanted. The night will stay warm against your skin and the insects will murmur only, far away and faint, never even brushing your bare skin with the lightest of wings.

Then all you have to do is reach out towards whichever star takes your fancy to be up flying towards it. Taking it into your open palm you see it pulse there with a gentle distant warmth, before you drop it back into its place in the sky while you and your perfect lover fly off together to sleep upon the moon.