Moonlight

Moonlight

The moonlight paves a path to my bed,

I stretch my hand and reach for it,

Wrap some round my fingers.

I throw it in the corners of my room,

Lightly it touches the wings of the moths,

The spiders use it for their webs.

I leave a string for me

And tie it round my eyes

To keep away the nightmares.

I try to fall asleep,

It is too cold,

I rise to gather the remaining moonlight,

Cobble by cobble I dismantle it,

Remove it from my carpet

And throw it on the bed.

There the spiders weave a house

And the moths, they form a blanket.