“Turn it down,” I shouted as I banged upon the skies. 
“You shine too bright, I’ve got to sleep, but cannot close my eyes”

though the moon’s enchanting laughter rained like stars on forest bed,
I felt the threat of morning like an ice floe in my head. 

She said, “tonight’s my special night, you can’t deny me this. 
It’s many years before His plan returns me to such bliss.”

I peeked through curtained window pane, and out into the yard, 
I figured just a little glance, it wouldn’t be that hard.

And then she called, “it’s early yet, I want to dance with you.”
The summer meadow glinted back in ivory, silver dew. 

I looked upon the fairy field and could not stay my course. 
I had to breathe the evening light and court its graceful source. 

The mighty kings, deciduous, lay mantles on the ground, 
while zephyrs through the needled Giants conjured dulcet sound. 

The sweet caress of her cool light was delicate and soft.
Our feet ne’er touched the dewy grass, our wings kept us aloft.

The night went long, we drank the scent of blossoms and of earth.  
The gentle breeze made music sweet, we sang with drunken mirth. 

And then a carmine darkness, as a shadow, crossed her face. 
The dance went on, proceeding at a much more sultry pace

The dark upon celestial spheres, brought out the stellar light. 
The glitters of those distant suns made candles in the night. 

soon the veil across her face retreated to the mist
Her light returned to flood the woods and splash upon our tryst. 

The final dance with that sweet court, light feet upon the moss, 
belied the call of garish day, this magic, soon, my loss. 

Though, with the waking sun I fell to ordinary day,
I faintly, still, could hear her song, “tonight, come out and play.” 

That lady calls to dance again, but now I must say “no”. 
The late night kept my day off keel and the hours ticked by slow. 

So now, tonight, I climb to bed and wish that wraith adieu. 
The moment’s passed, the glitter’s gone, from love that once I knew