Moons' Lesser Light. Poem by Fay Slimm

Soundlessly bathing me, washing me white
As I awake in this luminous night,
Oh mysterious moon, wrap me tightly
Into the icy-beamed aerial light
Flooding my room as I unrobe. Frightening
Shadows away, you illumine the height
Of each blazoning star. Distance seems slightly
Lessened between lovers like us tonight.

May our plan for escape not be blighted.
With your lucid care our terrible plight
May diminish, moonlit paths will, rightly
Be shown, to guide us. Devotion that might
Wreck our tomorrow, tonight needs flight.
We choose no sun, we'll run with lesser light.