How fair the moon whose light shines true;
She climbs aloft and then peers through
The window high above my bed
To lay a hand upon my head
And with her touch my soul renew.
The hours when we may meet are few;
I listen as she whispers to
Remember after she has fled
How fair the moon.
‘Neath burning sun I paid my due,
With sword in hand the foe I slew
And from a hundred cuts I bled
That I might arms and armor shed
And see my love in midnight blue –
How fair the moon!
Written in late September, 2012, inspired by HRM Elisenda de Luna of Meridies