Moonlight Sonata

Moonlight Sonata A mockingbird sings his nocturne, Silhouetted against a sky of velvet blue, Welcoming on the garden path The Lady Claire de Lune Slipping from behind tall cypress trees, Her creamy arms draped in shimmering shadows, Stretching slowly across the garden To gently bathe the trumpet vines, announcing her return, In a gleaming signature of glowing white While moonlights drip from feathery birch leaves Falling into ivory puddles Of clearest light, Splashing across the darkened lawn, Then sit atop the ivy, tiptoeing up the fence - Eyes filled with reveries of shooting stars And other summer skies, When Midnight enters this quiet refuge, Returning from the daylight Dressed in veils of silver blue, To wait upon this iridescent lady fair, Who lightly steps across sweet jasmine Dozing in the flowerbeds, Walking slowly in silent solitude together Across the velvet sky - To wax and wane as lovers living in a serenade While polar stars spin and sway To the rhythm of their evensong Till Midnight and the Lady slip away Before the world opens drowsy eyes To catch them in the garden On another summer night.