The moon cuts capers in the sky,Somewhere up the cloud high,I long to ever touchWith all good luck,But the more I thus feelI run to catch and the head reels. Sorrowfully, I falter to catch thatFallen away but a wish of a lad.Someday I yet wish to catch the MoonSomeday, some place and so soonTheContinue reading “A Faraway Wish”