The Moon Above The Mississippi Mirrored,
The Warm Silhouette Of The Sleeping Sun,
The Cold Aching Branches Of The Trees Cheered,
For The Day Spring Would Be Set Free And Run,
And As The Days Got Longer And Warmer,
The Moon Felt Free To Leap And Promenade,
Skipping Past Every Stream And Transformer,
The Taste Of It's Song Sweet As Lemonade,
It Exhaled The Bodies Of Fireflies,
As It Glided Across A Lake's Surface,
It Harmonized With The Coyote's Cries,
To Illuminate Upon Dawn's Preface*

In The Black Impending Night Stars Shiver,
As The Moon Disappears In The River