Somewhere between the moon and stars,
The silvery sea of glass is laid.
There ships of every size and shape
Sail by in "The Big Sky Parade".
Dazzling lights, capturing the night,
Enveloping a young child's dream.
A fragile canopy, covering the earth,
Projected by giant moonbeams.
Sleep on my child, till the morning light
When the ships are no more.
For they lie, well hidden, within the Sun,
Behind the daytime door.
by Eva
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