The Moon stars the night cloud as he plays ....

Clouds whisper to the moon

as he passes her tanned face

curtains her with white smoke

to rave themselves in a secret place

I, breathe in silence

peeping over the window sill

watching them play

I stay

He moves swiftly unveiling her face

enriching her looks with sparkling stars

As she dazzled in her new diamond lace

he saw her shying away from his hold

This love and play they had

would make any poet express their joy

for finding an artistic display

lay gracefully at bay

I accompanied their show

with my canvas and brush

painting the moonlit beau

Seeing me stare at them

they send their sigh as breeze

soothing me to sleep with ease

As the moonlit night sublimes to dawn

I awoke with a yawn

as dews brushed my skin

eager to look the night princess

engraved in a paper by pen

through my poetic fingers

She has revived from my words

"Shining Again"