Porcelain moonlight
Through these winter clouds
Silver light shining
Through wispy doubts

The moon casting
Tones of sobriety
Clearing my head
Of intoxicating
Melancholy attitude

Here I am
In the silver light
Casting a silhouette
Over the carefree purity
With doubts and anxiety

And so I bathe
In this silver
Shower of light
Pure and undefiled