Au Claire De Lune--(By the light of the moon)

A poem by Jude kyrie

By The Light Of The Moon  

(Au Claire de Lune)

 

Soft as the perfumed breath of flowers

Dew spilled petals from evening showers

The gentle night’s starburst hours

Cover the world in dreams

The reflected moon does quiver

On the still waters of the lakes mirror

Its shining ripples come to me

Afraid to join the mighty sea

 

The night’s pure silence it gets colder

The pine trees outlines become bolder

The dark nights grip is broken

As dawn approaches words unspoken

Against the lazy yawning sky

Its fires are burning embers

A nocturne no one else remembers

Except the moon and I