Under the Shine of the Moon
The thinnest clouds do roll and drift,
As His light does sieve and sift
Left with a trail of silvery haze,
That Man still smiles His fullest phase
'Twas almost daylight He did yield,
As midnight approached upon the field
So caught up was I, a starry-eyed tripper,
That I fell right into the Little Dipper
Here, where stellar kisses come to pass,
Here, where such things could ever amass
One could find love, one could find fear,
One could find another, oh so dear
Under the spell of His lunar tune,
Under the shine of the moon.
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