A Faraway Wish

The moon cuts capers in the sky,
Somewhere up the cloud high,
I long to ever touch
With all good luck,
But the more I thus feel
I run to catch and the head reels.

Sorrowfully, I falter to catch that
Fallen away but a wish of a lad.
Someday I yet wish to catch the Moon
Someday, some place and so soon
The gleam and ray that further lie,
In the vault of the sky.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin