Mystic Moon

Care not I for the day at noon, air filled with the humidity of June, Where is my full mystic moon, share your golden radiance with me soon, Bear witness to a lonely cricket's tune, there you shine on every land, lake and dune. Will the man in the moon smile bright?, hill, tree and meadow are bathed in night, Kill and extinguish the cloudy starlight, sill of my window glowing luminous white, Still is my heart as I see a glorious sight, fills the sky as it reaches it's height. Why wait there and make me weep?, shy and slowly over the mountain top creep, I thought that you were fast asleep, my wandering gaze I shall forever keep, Thy orange coloring is rich and deep, by the time of the fall harvest reap. It is time to play freely and escape, visit me shrouded with a sheer silver drape, Quit hiding and rise in a crescent shape, sit above every blue snow, lagoon and cape, Lit orbs eclipse, hued like a purple grape, permit my wish and my mouth shall gape. Make the night as bright as day, lake waves seem to shimmer a silver-gray, Break through the horizon, if you may, opaque pearl that evokes a wolves' bay, Wake early and until dawn, stay, take all of my melancholy feelings away. You mystify me as you wax and wane, knew this waiting would drive me insane, Do illuminate, please do not refrain, too many evenings have ended in rain, New moons alight every street, road and lane, blue light now gleaming in my window pane.