Come, mesh your face in quivering sparkle
which tops the dark lake.

Diamonds are free in the ripples tonight.
East-wise from shore cast your eyes
and watch silent surface take
prizes from starlight,

Feast on silky-white glittering glass,
and see fish rise to this bait.

Come, see the sphere shed her nightwear
to cover the water with lace.

If we gaze deeper we might discover
her secret, fully-faced place.

Gentle marsh zephyrs release bare guile
while making her nearness gyrate.
Wind's ready fore-play assures
fish become sated with light.

When the Queen turns her watery eyes
to light up lunar-obeisance lured
fins rise for she  loves adulation.

So come, let not this moment go by,
let us go baiting moonlight
tonight, just you and I.