As the silver moon rose up so high above the shimmering sea,The stars began to reappear as the night looked down at me.
As more continued to arrive, a pleasant party in the sky
Commenced as sunlights came alive and shooting stars began to fly.
Oh how I wished that I could join them, that gravity I could deny!
The moon, unheeded and unheeding, floated high into the air,
Disregarding busy balls of gas exploding everywhere.
Yet as breathtaking Artemis at last concluded her long climb,
The stars calmed down and watched her step into the heavens so sublime,
Quiet as they'd never been till now and since the dawn of time.
And then the night, having seen the stars hush up as never heard before,
Made silent all its creatures then, while nightingales did sing and soar.
My sacrilegious breaths of sound I feared would scare their song away,
But as I listened on the ground, they let me watch their moonlit play
As melody and harmony were twined into a rich bouquet.
Yet now the birds were joined in song by animals of every kind.
And songs of babbling brook and whistling wind and rippling rain combined,
And met the songbirds' happy tune and imbued it with a glistening sheen.
The symphony of the silver moon, a dragon born like none had seen!
An undulating line of notes that crowned the Moon into a queen.
For as the serpent rose up high and circled quickly round her head,
I gazed into the twilight sky and nestled wondering in my bed.
No king or queen had ever worn an aura of the bright moonbeam,
But such a halo did adorn great Artemis with brilliant gleam.
I'd never seen such majesty but for the light of which I dream,
But for that brilliant, radiant, perfect light of whom I always dream.
