La Luna

O, dear, sweet, silent Moon

Mounted in the eternal throne,

Over an ebony land, speckled

With the finest diamonds

Of the Lord's own creation

You reign

 

The milky haze falls

Upon the Earth

And reveals the splendor

Of an angel's playground

All bathed in blue

 

You are the weaver of dreams

Conductor of whispering harmonies

Author of wild-eyed fantasy

And master of his own domain

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You are the weaver of dreams...
Nice write.