Yes, yes, she whispers
Deep beneath amber moon
Alas, the cold morning
Arises too soon
Limelight is not green
And to bask in its glow
Is like building a dream
On a sparse flake of snow
The intoxication
Of moonlight on your sigh
Is almost as powerful
As the tear in your eye
Wants and wishes
Are two shades of gray
I wish the moonlight
Would last through the day
Wants and wishes
Are two shades of gray
I wish the moonlight
Would last through the day
J~
These past days with the bright moon in the inky night skies have been delighting me too.
ReplyDeleteNow it's in the slipper mode... almost slipping entirely into blackness.