The darkness is lit by the simple radiant moon.
Though, when clouds come calling,
She disappears like a shadow,
Not to be seen.

When the storms come crashing along,
She hides, letting only the flash of lightning
Light the night sky.

I miss her simple Luminescence,

Lighting the night with a gentle tone,

Chasing away the darkness,

And giving hope to the scared.



The gentle caress of her light,

Is like that of a woman's caring touch,

Gentle and yet strong,

Calm but shaking like a leaf in the wind.



If only somehow the clouds would fade,

And the storm go back to the winds,

Revealing again to me the Luminescent Moon,

Calming as she is.



Reveal to me you beautiful Luminescence once more,

Calm the raging seas,

And remove the stormy black clouds,

Bath me in your light, My Sweet Moon.