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.