Moonlight

An odd sun has borrowed my sky
The strangest stranger has asked me why
Crowded faces seem to borrow
From me, my mirth tomorrow

In hope that the sun won't mind
Meeting my mistress of a crescent kind
Poorer than poor and twice as wealthy
I see her come she sneaks upon the stealthy

Moonlight.
Delicate as flame
Starstruck.
By your twilight fame.
Bright flight.
Across the plains -
Of delight.
Before fading away
Moonlight.