my moon you are, darling
all bright and silver
no shining star, darling
could your beauty shiver

i touch you not
for i can’t
touch the silver

the Vampire, i

i see you not
for i can’t
see the silver

in a bright sky


the sky has touched you
i can see
For he is tender - mild is he

 

but when you are

Angry

there’s tempest

and rage of nature

 
You are my moon not only in a clear night.