Fishing Star

Here I sit upon the Moon,
Whistling my merry tune
Which gets lost, quick, into the air
As I sway my fishing rod with care.

I hook a star, shining bright:
I steal a sliver of the night.
But I can?t keep it, woe is me!
The night is young and the stars are free,

So I fish again, without relent,
Not mourning a single moment spent
Here on my Moon, such a pretty old thing
As I rob starlight with my string.


Everyone knows you can't fish for stars.. You can’t go to catch them. I just wondered and tried to collect them all.






Related Post :
Daydream Collide
Everytime I Turn Her On