sneaking upon the moon

sneaking upon the moon, whisteling a tune drops
sweeping with the broom, the sun
until the wind of night stops
come here sweet moon, for a dip, a shower
what shall you do with the moon
once you feel the sundrops in your hand?
isn’t it the epitome of goodness holding power?
i’ll take it and lie it here while i think
sink my toes into the sand, and waiting
holding out one foot to keep the moon from rolling
and showing all the while, my smile to the sun
who, i am sure, has teased the moon for million while
i think i will do what is best to do, for everyone
i will stand and set the sun’s friend back in place
and waiting for another race of words and song
i’ll sneak up on the moon, whisteling a tune drops