Serenading the Full Moon 🌕
Strum the harp in ardour and sing praises to the sky!
Reverence the moon as though a god in heavens high!
Sing with all thy gusto neath her rays in silver sheen,
Spilling o’er the lake and on the icy garden green.
Bring thy adoration and the joy within thy soul,
Lose thyself in ecstasy, with merriment thy goal,
Every note a charismatic ploy against despair,
Rousing us to empyrean throng in open air.
All the reeds and rushes are in swaying choral stance,
Swooning at thy melodies and effervescent dance,
Light from off the moon a golden gleam upon the air,
Rich withal, entrancing, like a regent’s solemn stare.
All the water’s silvery disguise a flowing silk,
Built from merry moonlight set upon our loving ilk,
All the grace of heaven gluts our eyes and happy hearts,
Such an enigmatic queen with subtle, hidden arts.
Praise again the pulchritude above the winsome sea!
Praise the silent midnight speaking bliss to you and me,
Such a transcendental ministration from the moon,
Such a sweet intoxicating kiss, a happy boon!
adamdaniel 