I wish I could be moonchild. For one, I love this song. Also I want to drop circle stones on sun dial and play hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn. Sounds so serene and illusive. Perhaps I can be sunchild and you can be moonchild, but then I’d feel like I’m stealing your thunder. Maybe I could just protect moonchild, let her borrow my smile. For me, these sentences are kinda like ten minutes of improvisation. Meaningless yet somehow comforting and magical. Also, better when one is incapacitated.
