The Moon
The fading face
Of the lowering moon
Leaves life’s trace
In deep lines of age
Lovers swoon
Below its glow
Like the shining shadow wails
Of the rising moon
Glazing on silver fish mails
In sea where a many boat sails
Amazed by the balloon
Of the moon in the lagoon
Foreboding of sleep
Under the waxing moon
Softly does it creep
After the day it did reap
This night ends to soon
Let mind fall into dreamers ball