They whisper lovers’ words
In the soft sweet moonlight
With the bright hues of
the Evening star quivering
in a delight of a gentle caress
of the commending nightly sky
and its reflection in the waters
Beneath the visiting lunar beauty
chaste and fair, excellently bright.
P.S.: The moon has been an inspiration for many a writer, ranging from Ben Jonson, who revered it as a seat of chaste goddess Diana, to W.H. Auden, eulogizing it as the one and only lunar beauty. I took the liberty of joining Jonson and Auden by writing this with the image of the moon I have in mind.
