faint and pale, vague as mist
in drowsing depth of shaded sky
gleaming sweet between the hills
you bless me with eternal light
tracing out the spiral steps
tresses silver pave the way
out in garden of my stars
beams of gold do so convey
tales of shiny mistress knocking
a door of white, still rustiness
awaiting night's crescendo
a valiant saviour - nothing less
though momentary interludes
fleeting glimpses, passing glances
shall slip away in an eyes blink
with churning spell of nature's dances
while night sighs of nostalgia
beckoned by call of time
reluctantly we submit
tremble with solemn goodbyes
as slender arms of dreamy beams
leaning dwell in treads of clouds
we'll dress the pitch of emptiness
all in eager lonely shrouds
-- the moon