Silver Moons Throne
Silver bells sing, bid goodbye to this day
As daylights last fire, gives way to grey
Moon-metal upon water, floats a dreaming ship
And silver moons edges, on waters slip.
The Huntress is aiming her silver bow
Shoots star light at us both below.
Delicate, receptive, a moonlit scene
Ionic liquids, on surfaces gleam.
We are sharing Silver moons caress
And through your eyes, azure blue
The clarity of your love rings through
And one final time, the silver chorus sings.
Then the moon is gone, now the sun is king.