Impossible Dreams
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Moonlight on the lake;
The moon stretched out
Like dough on a blue bed of flour-
Wiggles like a snake
As the motorboats
Hum their angry tunes,
Fighting each other 
For control of my ears.

The moon beckons still,
Wish I could visit there,
Far away from the world.
Far from the people
Who try oh so hard
Not to hurt each other.
Somehow, though, they will
Succeed all too well.

Silently the light
Zigzags across the lake
No noise save that of the waves.
Wish I could water-walk
(Jesus, you lucky man!)
Out the center of the lake,
Mount a moonbeam and
Ride to the stars.

Some say fantasy is foolish.
I guess I'm a fool.

If only I could
Meet her halfway there,
In the middle of the lake.
We could climb aboard,
The nearest moonbeam
And fly to the stars.
It's all a waste of time,
Others may say.

I would suggest
They're wrong.