Shining brightly there at night,
Amongst a canvas of sparkling stars;
The Lady of the guiding moon is full,
Ensuring the time is never dull,
Lighting the path for Venus and Mars.
There is the weary traveller,
Seeking the treasure of his dreams;
He's not lost, he knows the way,
For the Lady has had her say,
With her sparkling golden beams.
There is the poet who seeks a verse,
For the sonnet to his maiden fair;
He looks to the Lady shining bright,
Who tells him, there at night,
What he sees, he'll write to her.
The Lady will always shine for you,
No matter who you are;
Lighting the world with her lunar show,
The moonbeams of that golden glow,
Over the earth so far. |
