The Moon In Your Teeth

You walked on the water, I stood on the shore

You said it had been done before

I put a trembling foot forward, stepped on the sea

as if it were solid oak floor

I might have been dreaming

I might have been merely counting sheep

or sunk like a stone into the deep

Out of place nomads, we kicked up the spray

like sand in a desert of sea

You looked to the night sky, where the moon waxed her way

and said, "I will bring her to me!"

I might have been dreaming

I might have been merely counting sheep

or sunk like a stone into the deep

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth

in a sphere of impossible light

when practical notions lay claim to the night,

we dream of impossible things

Off in the distance your luminous form

was waltzing as I turned to go

beneath me the fishes, small turbulent storms

flashed brilliant like lightning below

I might have been dreaming

I might have been merely counting sheep

but I walked on my own over the deep

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth

in a sphere of impossible light

when practical notions lay claim to our lives,

we dream of impossible things

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth

in a sphere of impossible light

when practical notions lay claim to the night,

we dream of impossible things