To the Moon

Do you remember those nights, when I was so small, that I would look at you like you were made of gold?

Did you see how I would reach up to see how far away I would have to go to touch your silver ground?

Have you ever thought of how we have aged together, will you stay with me 'till I'm old?

I miss our long talks about wanting to fly, I knew you listened, even when you never made a sound.