The night has fallen upon us;
The stars emerge from their hiding place
And form a blanket of twinkling lights
That illuminates the sleeping world.
The moon is close enough to touch—
It is ours, if we wish for it to be so;
I will wrap it in wisps of shadow
And open it when dawn arrives.
There is nothing more for us to do
Than dance under this brilliant sky
And revel in the days that have passed
To give way to these sparkling dark hours.
It is ours, if we wish for it to be so—
Not only the moon, but the stars
And this time of night itself
And the beauty that it carries with it.