Ending Moonshine

Ending moonshine We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of nights Here, where we hear no whispers in the mist and the wind, Still a pilot looks beyond western skies To where the moon is full and red, But calm are the emotions held inside While she waits for the passing of night Budapest seems far from Bangladesh, too far like the eye from the heart, Yet the moon and stars shine lucent beams Into the darkness that is bathed in shadows By the rays from kingdom come, But to her remains a gloom of night And the calm of evermore Idol songs are bequest to her ears When obscure is this early twilight, And take note of sounds when minuets expire And wind blows away the night, But at what shall look when our moon appears To hold off the early light Buried in the silence did wake the day Cluttered by whispers of a dying night, But listen, now deep in the mist of morn Lays abandoned her silken veil Beneath the ascending sun By M.Norton marklnorton@shaw.ca