Moonlight splendor 

Starlight radiance

Glowing, gazing

Upon land beneath.

Blue dark sky

Dwindling light 

Enchanted silver

All of white.  

Oh, moonbeams sing  

Oh, silent your song

Oh, calm your voice

Oh frolic along!

A fantasy dream of forests deep

With leaves of abundant green 

And sparkling rays of morning sun

Where fairies are dancing bright

Girded some with swords

While others with stars and flowers

On paths of moonbeams blue

And golden roads abide

And flitting snowflakes and summer rain

All dance about with harpers and songs

And the branches are winding

Tangled and smooth

Little trees and trees which are tall   

A fantasy dream of midnight sky

The rippling grass
Beseeches the sun
As again it turns
Towards the horizon

The awaking moon
Is ever sailing
Shadowy it looks
To the setting sun

Whiter than snow
Pale and yellow
Gold is its rays
And orange clouds surround

The vibrant sight
Then melts out
Into the dark sky
Of a fresh new night

The earth is darkened
Below the trees
Shadows lay down
In the green wood

Leaves dangle
Light lingers little
Birds are hushing
Sky blushes pale

Darkness falls
Stars gleam
Moon rises
Tree frogs sing

The night whispers
With early spring choir
The path is strewn
With fallen flower

Weary, worn, the world lays
Lonely, forlorn, the people pray
Steadfast, sturdy, the Father listens
Gentle, caring, the Father beckons

Fears are assured, rest falls
Upon the sheep gathered in fold
The Shepherd watches
The Shepherd stands
Along side the flock

The twinkling night was cast in the glow of a soft beaming moon. The resting trees were shaded by a dark gloom. A hill stood under the sky which was spread with silver specks in a sea of dark blue. On a dirt path a fire light flickered. The path was carved upon the slope of the grass-covered hill. The fire beamed upon the path, lighting it brightly. Pattering feet scurried up the slope. Children ran; their laughter was constant. An elf sat behind the flames, a slight smile curved upon his shadowed lips.

The sun has withdrawn its last warm rays,
leaving the earth to cool itself in the dark.
The ground relinquishes the warmth of the burning days,
as the air chills in the indigo dark.

A breath of wind ruffles my hair in passing,
pressing into my skin soft fingers of cold.
Greedily it snatches the warmth of my breathing,
giving in return a lungful of cold.

The silence seems to numb my cold ears,
no one else has ventured into the night.
I haven’t felt this alive in years,
Breathing and walking in the dark cold night.

Sparkling in the moonlight
And shaded by the trees
Silent as the stars
Glittering like the night.

Looking upon
The face of the moon
Its petals shining
And wind creeping through
The silver flower
Of the glowing midnight.

The mourning wind assails the night
As twilight darkens around the sky
A wisp of wind across the dark
A silent wailing about the wood

So quickly the sunset fades around the bitter cold
And birds fly upon darkening sky
Of shades of blue it stretches out
Looming and still as howling wind sweeps through

The black branches waving about
Brushing against themselves in the breeze
The trunk is unmoved above the ground
And its bark black on the horizon

That light, high in sky
The moon, it’s glowing
Brightness capturing my eyes

Its beaming softness
Turned its ways, to a land
Covered in the shadow of
Night

The moon of fair, sky of blue
Surround my sleeping world