The moonlight lights on my face.
It sprinkles on my sheets turning them to lace.
It's calling me to go outside,
To play and hide.
To see the mountains in the moonlight
To watch it glitter at their height

I love to walk in the shadows of the moon.
Why must it always set so soon?
The moon goes away,
And then starts the new day.
The moon will come again,
It comes to watch over all men.

I love to play in the night,
Watching the stars so bright.
At night I make up my daydreams.
The night goes so fast it seams.
I watch the moon and it calms me.
It helps me set my mind free.

I awaken in the night.
Quickly I switch on my light.
Ink flows from my pen.
The clock ticks way past ten.
The moon inspires.
It is the maid of white fires.

05/21/2005

Posted on 05/22/2005
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