Here I sit once more embracing night
Soft moonlight dropping words upon my soul
As she inspires my heart and mind to grow
Softly rhymicly though the cycles of her days
tonight's she's but a cresant hanging up on high
Like a lonely glowing tear drop in the sky
She rides the light of day at times
She sometimes sleeps and hides her face
yet always is she queen, the mistress of my dream
She who lets us dream awake and in our sleep.
~Teacher Moon~