Clair De Lune

In my dream’s shoon

I sail for the moon

To reach her before the day.

And if luck may 

I’ll catch her soon 

Before nighttime swirls away.

I confess my love

To the lamp above,

And pray she feels the same.

If only that Dame

Did share my love

My heart would leave its frame.

Each night I dream dreams

Of those pearly moonbeams

Until the dawn breaks through.

Though sunlight gives a better view

The moon was made for dreams

To stir the soul in you.