The mystic moon

A poem in simpe version

The wane of the moon still dark
Wakes for the night and kisses the sky
The lilly in the pond embraces her lover
And together they fly to abode
The lurking frog catches it prey and sings in boredom
Whistling wind and mild sand dunes shines in 'her' light.

Waiting for someone relentlessly she sheds her light
and wakes the day