Night Sky

The moon in slow traverse
Hides stars as her brightness nears,
Then reveals them again in passing
The gentle evening breeze
Moving large white puffs of cloud
That can hide the moon herself

If I were with my love
That sky would be for us
Our hearts would be beguiled
We would lie, wrapped in our romance
And spring's earthy atmosphere

But tonight I am alone
My heart in full retreat
I still can see the beauty
But the moon, the stars, the clouds
Are cold and so indifferent