Moony

blown by a gentle tide in flossy sky

her cloudy dress an amber gleam

fragile and delicate

she comes on, sailing with the moon

pouring her milky light upon my waves

while wintry trees reach out their arms

 to grasp a glimpse of smiles

she passes, swaying on the moon

a diadem of light garlands her hair

wrought of harvested falling stars

guiding my sickle boat of dreams

she fades, wafting with the moon

I soar

and sail along with her

 under my keel

a pulsing stream