(Note--this has nothing to do with my sister's story "The Shadowed Moon". Sorry that the titles are so similer. I tried to think of something else, but...*shrugs* Anyway...)

 

The yard is eerie-quiet The sky is velvet-deep The wood is night-alively My eyes are not-asleep   What wondrous time is this? When all about my room The shadows float so softly In a sea of moon-tossed gloom   Pearly-blue and satin-black Mingle on my floor Across the wall and pillow flicker The flames of nightsong’s shore   Patchy light, like shards of glass Dances with the breeze Reflecting in my dream-dazed eyes Once passing through the trees   Shadows cast by moonlight Are tricksy, changeling things Their best intentions may be fraught With impish counter-rings   But as I lie in sleepless daze While shadows dance around I cannot help but wish To be so wonder-found   The yard is eerie-quiet The stars are shedding-tear The wood is night-alively And Summer-moon is here