Moonlight II (The Garden)

In the midst of the sacred night
When slender fountains sob in the moonlight
Among the statues, tall and white,
You wander there
In the soft sanctity of the silent square
Where the alabaster rays
Caress the interior of your sable gaze,
And the luster of your long, dark hair.

The ascending stars of lavender hues
Reflected in the brooklet's rushing blues
Glow as you go by a bridge of stone.
And all the spacious garden shimmers with grace
As you stroll alone
With the evening's wine upon your tender face.

I behold you as you pace
In your long and charming dress of white
The fragrant, grassy paths of the warm and wistful night.

Moonlight

When the jewels of tents in Egypt
Lose their appeal to the worldly eye,
You and I shall wander
To the furrows over yonder,
Beneath the Yorkshire sky.
And every secret that is kept
Within the temples of your wistful heart
Shall shine for me alone
In the umbrage of the castellated stone
Where the billows of white
To the west depart.
And I shall cherish the sanctified, sacred sight
Of your sable gaze
Glistening in the rays
Of the nascent moon, of its crescent and bright
Sentinel watch above the courtyard's light
Where a fountain sighs
To the lavender skies,
To the stars of the speckled night.

John Zwerenz