Mystic Moonlight

Mystic moonlight Gone to this mystic moonlight fair, Gone to this twilights sympathy, For hidden from a shadows touch Remains the stars serenity But accepted words are born to thee, When sunset steals in, And remains the mist that slipped away And the worth of our own morality Gone is this mystic moonlight fair, Gone where twilight’s bond, Lost forever in this passing night Hidden in our life’s embrace By m.n. marklnorton@shaw.ca