By the light of the Moon
--Au Claire De Lune
By
Jude Kyrie

*Soft with the fragrant breath of flowers
And the dampness of passing showers.
Moon-bright sparkles begin to quiver
on the rivers waves that splash and shiver

Resting beneath a leafy bower
Lost in time beyond all hour.
Dark nights mantle becomes older
Her gentle shadow becomes bolder

Against a waking yawning sky
The new morning fiery embers
Turn June’s dear dreams  into golden September's
And no one else remembers
Except the moon and I.