The Girl On The Moon

I saw a girl on the moon once,

dancing to the rhythm of the night breeze,

I could see the silhouette of her snow-white hair,

and pale legs as they glided across the moon.

As I stood in the night enchanted, 

this girl lifted her head and peered at me,

there I saw the secret of the night,

resting in her pale empty eyes.

The night the universe sang a song,

solely for the daughter of the night,

the girl who danced on the moon,

and me, the heathen who stared at her.

When the night began to fade into dawn,

and the moon gave way to the sun,

the girl on the moon gave her last performance,

and disappeared with the sunrise.