Mother, I awake.  Might I kiss your face again tonight.
My Daughter, soft and bright, I gracefully accept the honor of your light.
Mother, beautiful are your waters, so calming they are to me.
Daughter, you may have them, tide them with the dreams you weave.
Mother, your many children, they know not which way to go.
My Daughter, brilliantly lit guided paths, to them, you may show.
Mother, sleepiness overtakes and beckons me to bed.
Yes, My Daughter, Father rises soon, come to me and rest your head.
One last yawn, before the dawn, she then whispered, to her mom.
Mother, I love you.
Closing the distance with a kiss, she whispered back, full of bliss.
I love you too, My Moon.