A silver moon arrives to bathe me with her moonlight
sending me into a dream state of beauty and respire
With feet of  feather weight I never touch the ground
as I gaze at the beauty  that surrounds this  gauzy lake
Accustomed to the shadows of the night I gather long
around the hem of stars that shine down on my estate
I watch the flowers in my garden lay withered at me feet
while I trundle by the angels, one thousand more to keep
Some earthlings like to babble in their little cafes at night
but its all Greek to me for I rather lay between two clouds
swinging from a hammock, woolgathering, until dawn .