The Lily of the Moon
by cricketjeff on July 30, 2018. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
[Posts%20by%20cricketjeff%201_files/6.jpg]
When the gentle breeze is dying on a silver summer night,
When the stars have joined their goddess in a symphony of light,
When the clouds are barely noticed, like a veil of bright galloon,
You may chance upon a “Lily of the Moon”.
She was walking through the forest, did not see that I was there,
In a dress of silk or satin, but her tiny feet were bare;
Treading softer than a fairy where the shining dew was strewn,
And as lovely as a Lily of the Moon..
All I wanted was to meet her, fill her heart with thoughts of love,
I was spellbound by her beauty that outshone the sky above
I could not have raised a whisper never mind sung out a tune
That was worthy of a Lily of the Moon
And before I found my senses, found my power to move or speak
She had drifted from the clearing in a mist of sweet mystique.
I could no more find my vision than trace one grain in a dune
She had vanished like a Lily of the Moon
Maybe I was only dreaming when I saw her long ago,
In the forest after midnight by the night’s own magic glow.
But my heart lies on that pathway all the hours from noon till noon
Hoping I shall find my Lily of the Moon.
English