Soft, the Moon comes
breath of light
breathing on the heart
of my yearning.
The shadowy silhouettes
of blue stars
linger yet in my dreams.
Moon of delight
speaking my name
to the heart of one
who dreams in
silhouette like me.
Shadows caressing the day
of my moonlit passage.
My heart singing out,
Are you the forecasted one?
Are you the moonglow
that will shine within my soul?
Soft, the Moon comes
holding its breath
at the sight of new love
unfolding, at the radiance
of Love's light stepping out of
the shadow dreams of my night.
