A thought to begin with:

Tonight I sit in the park as a child

Swinging. Nothing but-

The world, nodding it's head at me

As the wind kisses my face. An airplane

Flying, like me

A man drives past, playing loud music

A neighbor lets the cat out for the night

Children, snug in their beds, whisper

Goodnight, Moon - but I,

I sing out loud to the stars,

Settling in their Ebony chairs in heaven.

My eyes closed, the world no longer exists

Forward moving for a thousand years - 

Then backward again, for a thousand more

Never have I wondered at a child

Who, when set upon a swing,

Laughs - for they laugh at the ivory stars,

They laugh at the music man,

They laugh at the other children

Whispering Goodnight, Moon.