We met down on the plains,
It was plain as day to me,
He promised me the moon,
You see.
Now married,
We made three.
So all over did I followed him,
Following his dream,
It was a journey far,
For me,
It seemed.
As I was a home girl from North Carolina.
Arizona, Oklahoma, Florida,
Seemed, to me, so far.
But what I discovered,
may surprise you all,
For all the dreams
And plans you make,
God knows,
Far more than He,
lets on,
For what I found by following,
Was a happiness so fond!
Finally, finally,
After years of dreams,
For a boat ride,
He took me,
Not any night it seemed,
For yonder appeared that moon,
I spied,
That moon, he had promised me,
Reaching up nye 24 years,
I plucked what was mine,
I pinched it from the sky,
The apple of my eye.
My dreams fulfilled,
Promises done,
I plucked the moon,
He promised,
I’d own.
I just reached up,
Oh look, isn’t that neat!
In distant reach,
He laid the moon at my feet.
As I look back on journeys then,
I know they seem haphazardly,
But those moments not,
Would I ever trade,
For here my moment,
Me,
My moon man,
and we!
twt 8/17/2020©️