All I Ask Poem by Victoria Davis

If you love me
bring me the moon.
Wait for it in the trees
at the far end of the yard,
and catch it as it sinks behind the hill at dawn.
Put it in a silver cage
and bring it to me
with the morning paper.

If you love me
bring me the moon.
Stand on the rooftop
and pull it from the sky at noontime
when it slides by, almost transparent.
Set it in stained glass
and place it in my window
to catch the sun,
just so.

If you love me
bring me the moon.
Climb the oak one afternoon
and pull it from the branches
where it catches as it rises.
Grind it into glittering powder
and sprinkle it,
with cinnamon,
on cakes for my afternoon tea.

If you love me
bring me the moon.
Wait in the wood,
by the edge of the pond at evening
until it appears,
floating on the surface of the black water.
Catch it in a net;
pierce its perfect disk
to hang on a chain of silver
and bring it to me
just at midnight.

If you love me,
all I ask is the moon.