• Have you ever held a moonbeam,
    Or kissed the morning dew?
    Have you ever had a fairytale
    Spring to life for you?

    When twinkling stars go racing by,
    Have you kept up with their pace?
    When the lone wolf sings for the eerie moon,
    Have you gone to take his place?

    I have not tasted phoenix tears,
    Or waltzed along the sun.
    I have not given brilliant jewels
    To the forlorn and the young.

    But I have thrown away my soul,
    And watched the forms it took.
    But no form looked as fitting,
    As the shape of a book.