Tonight I send a little love song out to the moon, a little Sinatra to invite the full June moon to stop on my windowsill and cast her silver light on my while I sleep. Maybe she'll visit my dreams and, like a muse, leave a little something for the page.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Full Moon and Empty Arms - Frank Sinatra
June's for lovers as is the moon, she's the queen of enchantment, the silver lady of charms, both desired and untouchable. She sits on the horizon, inviting and enticing, but if you chase after her she merely climbs into the bower of the sky, looking down like a tease.
Tonight I send a little love song out to the moon, a little Sinatra to invite the full June moon to stop on my windowsill and cast her silver light on my while I sleep. Maybe she'll visit my dreams and, like a muse, leave a little something for the page.
Tonight I send a little love song out to the moon, a little Sinatra to invite the full June moon to stop on my windowsill and cast her silver light on my while I sleep. Maybe she'll visit my dreams and, like a muse, leave a little something for the page.
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