Fancy Bows And Ribbons Made Of Red

I chased your smile as the stars slid past then caught you laughing on the sleeping grass, the brilliance of the moon dove in your eyes I was lost in the beauty of the closing skies; the way you dressed and held your pretty head in fancy bows and ribbons made of red. I studied diligence and turned to ask who I caught laughing as the stars slid past, you did not answer with a voice or name you opened your eyes and the moonlight came; the way you smiled and held your pretty head in fancy bows and ribbons made of red. When I awoke the stars were fading fast your name was written on the dying grass. I called to wake you in the sunlit skies but the moon was gone and you closed your eyes; the way you looked and held your pretty head in fancy bows and ribbons made of red.