Moonlit
-------

Her fingers pull the curtains to the side,
ever so quietly lest mother hears.
Then with a dreamy smile she gapes outside

at where the crescent moon has yet appeared
She climbs up on the spacious windowsill
ever so quietly lest mother hears.

Her nose against the glass, she sits so still,
but she seems deeply moved by moonlight's grace.
She sits upon the spacious windowsill

enchanted by the moonshine on her face.
A girl so young she seems an open book,
yet she is deeply moved by moonlight's grace.

She's crawled up in her quiet little nook
to see her Lady's crown up in the sky.
This girl, though young, is not an open book.

Another dusk has darkened the night sky.
Her fingers pull the curtains to the side
to see her Lady's crown up in the sky.
Then with a dreamy smile she gapes outside.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chronos, in the year 438 AF.