Quiet night, the darkness illuminated by a silver moon Punctuates my solitude, exposing thoughts restrained by day. Tip a toast to all I have loved and lost, much too soon Closing in upon the time, I too, will slip away.
Silver moon, carry me on a winsome dream, That a night zephyr might take my heart take this love I hold inside, delivered as a moonbeam through distances beyond the plotted chart.
Bring my Love safe passage, held within your song that he may feel my presence, hearken to my call - an embrace to touch him, hold him fast and long – to have his heart think of me, in all he can recall.
Silver moon, these gifts must travel true they must bear up to last throughout the years to fulfill a need and share as time comes due memories to comfort a once lost love’s soft tears.