Oh dear moonlight!
You are the true jewel of the night
I can never tell how sweet you look,
In your flowing silvery gown
That shines and paints a picture bright
Of a night so true, calm and quiet.
Your doting lover never ceases to wait
For the kiss of your soft silver touch
Upon the silken darkness of his skin –
A gift of the sun…
You never cease either, to please
Your sublime sylvan lover,
With a shy embrace,
A magical charmer that you are!
You fill him with your love
Flowing into his heart;
Or sometimes just playfully,
Engulf him completely
With your divine light
As you glide by relentlessly.
The wind stands witness and so does the sky,
The river flowing by
And that little faraway light –
To your passion and union.
Nothing that has not beheld your beauty
In the serenity of a night so quiet
Can ever tell the story
Of your endless love that is now and forever.
What am I?
Just a speck of mud
Or a tiny glow worm perhaps
Looking at your everlasting love –
A dedication that willingly takes
Upon itself all that he has to give.
Or is it something deeper in intensity?
A promise: to be there,
To hug and softly caress
Till the end of time when nothing remains,
But only your silvery threads –
Weaving the net to hold you tight
Into a completeness
Of filling each other with only yourselves.