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