Moon Ballad Poem by Emilia Rivera rio

By the window she saw him stand,
white skin by the moonlight pale as sand,
don't let the lady work her wiles,
come child, and rest awhile.

But a lady had he seen,
the world under her sheen,
all in white he stared at her,
and he stared and stared at her.

What are thou doing here,
when on the sky you dwell?
You must leave, so the stories tell.
you mut return moon you must return.

Let me be boy, I will not be seen.
For when your mother comes,
your eyes will close and you will lie,
right by the window where now you stand.

But they will make you into a ring,
when a moon had you once been,
and into a necklace or bracelet,
and they'll sell you like an agate.

Footsteps sounded on the landing,
and then voices who were asking,
what is that voice by the balcony?
Please let me in, I want to see.

With closed eyes the boy lies by the window.
His skin is pale with the moon's glow,
The moon climbed through the sky,
with the child by the hand.

His mother came into the room,
It has been the lady, she assumed,
she is crying, weeping in the room,
when by the window she saw him lie.