Fly By High Your Noon Poem by G. Silver

Fly by high your noon, yes,
For tray be told float down.
Hold up silvery moon, yes,
For never a smile did frown.

Look look distance to May, why,
We danced and didn't around.
Live for light the day, why,
For never a smile did frown.

Slip the trip for me, true,
Surrend his southern sound.
And thought to happy flee, true,
For never a smile did frown.

Quiet, down, maroon, then,
Pink or yellow or brown.
Hold up silvery moon, then,
For never a smile did frown.