|Moon by Helen Jarvis Reynolds|
My Lady sails through silver sky,
Her pale skin, a shade of light,
She glows in brilliant radiance, my lover faire.
With gentle grace she wanders through the night,
Her gossamer gown flows ‘round about her feet,
Her footsteps leaving stardust in her path.
She sings with laughter, starlight song,
Her voice, a gentle shining mist,
Whispering the mystery.
Her soft touch, cool as evening aire,
Her kisses shimmer on my skin,
Gifts of music, soft and sweet.
Dancing through eternity,
My lover faire,
My Lady of sweet memory.