I want to walk on the moon,
bare foot with universal star
dust dancing through my tresses.
I want to stand upon its naked form
and stare into the blackness.
I want to sing among the stars.
I want to look back at earth
see Gaias true beauty from afar.
I want to swim in lakes of moon light,
naked and unashamed watching numerous
suns rise across my horizons.
I want to wear meteor did upon my dress,
skimming my knees a full circle
that twirls as i walk,
teased by the breeze.
I want to ride chariots of the Gods,
traverse the skies in the simplicity of innocence
On the blood of purity.
I want to walk bare foot upon the moon.
Karen Hayward *© 2017