In the night, coldest plight,
When my heart is ebbing low,
Comes a light within the star-site,
The Moon’s spirited glow.
She was white, fierce and bright,
Mirrored strength in burning sheen,
Shining sight using lunar might,
My celestial queen,
My company, (a friend of mine,)
Turning in apogee,
Towards my heart,
Until we’d part,
As one cloud masked her path.
In the grey the dew lay,
On the ground in glistening kiss,
But my fay who wept gentle rays,
Was hidden in mist.
Like dark tombs, sweat-soaked swoon,
The dew lay as a lament,
To the Moon, my only true tune,
Silent though she meant,
To sing her song, (adored of mine,)
Cadencing in a throng,
Towards my soul,
Her only goal,
But all clouds hid her call.
Now the Sun had begun,
To reveal his yellowed face,
Burning tongue that with its flick stung,
The Moon from her place,
The Sun then thrived, (no friend of mine,)
Threw my queen from the sky,
For one more day,
I’d sit and wait,
Until she rose again.
Why don’t you rise again for me?