In the darkening sky, if you cast your eyes,
You will see the silver lady rise,
Bathing the world in a steely blue
Edged with a haunting, silver hue.
Higher and higher she rises with grace,
Shrouding the trees in a cloak of lace,
Sending her rays to the waters below,
Casting reflections in ripple and flow.
Oh, such a majesty gracing the sky,
Passing a twinkle to stars riding high,
Oh, what a magickal sight we purvey
From dusk, till the night gives in to day.
And so, she sinks in horizons west,
Content in the knowledge that we saw her best,
She’ll return once again when the sky turns black,
And if you should whisper, she might whisper back.