Moonbeams

Ethereal night, come,
bring me dreams
with crystalline stars
and frosty moonbeams
and a touch of her touch
would cause me to smile,
thus, unparalled joy
might linger awhile.

And the sound of her voice,
a warm midnight breeze,
could melt my heart
with the greatest of ease
as Pegasus and Little Bear
dance 'cross the skies,
reflecting the brilliance
in her emerald eyes.

Yet, tears now mingle
with the glistening dew
as, far to the east,
Apollo rides through;
corrupting my dreams
with the bright light of day
and my Utopian vision
must too fade away.