Friday evening,
As the night undresses with its stars,
She puts on her cream robe,
Shes done her posing,
For a painting,
Only a few today,
will see its beauty,
With many more another tomorrow,

Shes lovely yet filled with sorrow,
And draws her curtains,
Shes,
Sweetly,
Gazing,
At the Moon,

The love in her gaze,
Has found its home,
In the stars,

They shine with a comfort,
We've rarely felt,
but should feel some more,
The sparkle in the skies,
Hymning,
You'll get on by, You'll get on by,

Shes,
Sweetly,
Gazing,
At the Moon,
Shes gazing at the moon,

The painter said to her the other day,
You glow just like the moon,
I've always wanted to paint,

The stars are shining,
With the moon and her gaze,

She takes off her cream robe,
To unwind,
A plaza fountain,
is cascading like a ballet dancer,
Its cold outside,
So she stays warm inside,

The sparkle in the stars,
Are hymning,
You'll get on by, you'll get on by,

Shes,
Sweetly,
Gazing,
At the moon,
Shes gazing at the moon,
While her love is shining,
Stars in the fountain,

Shes,
Sipping,
Its,
Fine wine,
Some are attuned with the Sublime,
Despite the sorrow,
Shes staying fine
Reynaldo Casison