Moonlit clouds roll carelessly by
In the distance i see her shinning
Oh the moon always is she smiling
She is so bright she lights the night
The clouds do shimmer in her glimmer
As she sleeps upon my pen at night
She turns it to a silver quiver
Which of course does bring a tear
When she dreams upon my quiver
She takes me up by the hands
Leads me out into the still night
She dresses my pillow with silver light
And gives to me my dreams at night
She drops these words upon my soul.
~Guiding Light~