Summer Moon
Summer moon, so distant, so proud.
Kneeling upon the hillside, threading the clouds.
Summer moon, the night is no shroud.
Asides and whispers, now spoken aloud.
I bathed in your luminescence.
I bathed in your air.
I bathed in the scents.
And washed away my cares.
I gazed at your surface, a beacon in the night.
Guiding the drunkards, who see you as trite.
Lost would they be without your tender light.
Not seeing their gift, beholding you as a right.
Daybreak beckons, but before you take leave.
Confide in me your secrets, help me believe.
The treasure of your knowledge, I desire to receive.
The last thing you saw, were you looking at me?
