Silver slivers of moonlight glitter, trickle to the ground
To shed a soothing shroud of abstraction on all beneath.
Within this enclosure is not life, nor is there sound;
All things rest, sleep or die in fear of this awsome wreath.
Clouds cast mystery; stars bring hope;
A frightening lifelong wait for dawn.

Tormented, I screamed, writhing hopelessly in despair;
"I can not take her; she is not mine".
But the face defied me, repeating it's chant
'Til I quivered lying in obedience
"I'll find my love; I'll take my love
If she wants me too".

As I lie and gaze upon the furrowed lines of the moons stark face,
Boldly stares it back. Depthless eyes, echoing cries,
Drawing out my thoughts to a resounding call,
Telling me what I long to hear, long to do.
"Go seek your love; go find your love;
She wants you too".