Mystical moon that lounges on glittering skies,
hear this lonesome creature’s pleas.
When night comes she begs of thee,
to grant her wishes if you please.
First grant her wish for a night that lasts.
Second, for the stars to come alive.
Third, for her lover true to stay.
And in that starry night they’ll dance
to their own music without sound.
Just two bodies merging as one,
mirroring each other,
by the grace of the moonlight.
And when the morning comes it will find,
a lonely creature bathed in delight,
holding the hand of her lover true,
and kissing idle lips with a tenderness so pure.