To The Moon – A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now moon's in on heaven's high
And shining its bluish light
That turns away the darkish sky
In moods of cloudlets flight
Somber thoughts that came to play
Leave for brass gold ingot to be
In twilights temper timeless weigh
Where morrow dreams may plea

Where is this night those stills?
In the darkness glow around
That make blink stars its thrills
And nowhere else are found
Vast thoughts of dimming rays
The eternal atmosphere of dark
That never in light for long stays
And to the night-time embark

Oh playful moon upon the sky
Beyond these bluish bond rays
In endless thought as time flies
While clouds of drifts there plays
How much like earth your look is
With mountains and dales deep
Your visage swaddled in bliss
For the romantic hearts to keep