silly,
you called me that
every night
i left the bed
i wanted
to catch the moonlight.
i used those ancient bottles
from that lonely port in greece
the ones from Leonard's shelf
i've been trying for years
trying for moonbeams
but these bottles only seem
to hold the frustrated
drips
of my tears
tonight
i wont come back
till the lavender glow in the sky
rests
inside a bottle on my windowsill
if you never see me again
dont worry, no fears, its just that poetry won
and my dreams were
like you said,
silly.