The Moon in My Dream

One night , a girl of seven dreamed
she wandered through a melon field
and came upon a river-let
and stood on the brink to peer down
the steep and narrow bank and saw
the silvery river below.

She didn't know why she walked down
the river , she walked down and down.
Before long she saw the pale moon
afloat , a constellation of
coloured stars kept her company,

Never had she seen the moon so close,
never had she seen it so yellow !
She reached to touch her watery face,
it shattered into thousands wavelets.
She waited for the ripples to still ,
the moon again was a big ball.

She knew why she had come at all,
She had come to collect the moon
of her life time , a small child yearned.


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