Moonsong Part II

In softer beams than golden sun 
In she offers comfort, safe and warm 
For though to us she brings no heat 
Her heart it pulses every beat 
Her blood a liquid silver boon 
A song of life of love of truth 
A glistening mirror in the sky 
Of souls beneath her watchful eye 

Not watching us with pique or ire 
But out of mirth and to admire 
To help and heal and offer aid 
As weary vagrants make their way 
Upon the earth in sweet and toil 
He laughing eyes a smirk a foil 

Sweet song, symphony 
Soft now, trembling 

Author's Note: 

This song has a different meter than I would have intended for a song to be set to music; more jovial and with a faster, more upbeat tempo than I intentioned. But sometimes the writing just pours out of you and you can't really say no! Perhaps in the future I will write a more contemplative song about my beloved Moon as I meant this one to be. Perhaps not. But I hope you can enjoy this one in the meantime!

Moonsong Part I

Cast in silver, spun of light 
The heavens shed a brilliant light 
Snow white, glistening, 
moon-bright, listening 

She wheels above the heavens high 

Or skips in flowing water nigh
In running streams she dips her feet 
In silver dells she skips and leaps 
Uncaught by any mortal man 
She zips across the heavens' span 
In fragrant songs of skillful might 
She weaves her dances through the night 

In Maker's hand she throws her rays 
A reverence to Him all her days 
And still to many darkened soul 
she brings the light of peace and hope 
For through a bleak and hopeless night
She offers still her beams of light 

Hope she whispers, hope she brings 
Reflecting in the flowing streams 
"look up beyond your sorrows here, 
Look up to One who holds you dear 
If in the hollows of His hand 
I travel heavens vast and grand, 
If in the deep you see my face, 
Remember His unfading grace
For though my light may wax and wane, 
His love for you remains unchanged"

Cast in silver, spun of night 
She bares for all her radiant light 
Soft touch, whispering 
White beams, lingering 

All creation hears her tale 
And sings in shadow calm and gale 
Simple chorus sweet and strong 
An ache of bones, ache to belong 
To love to live to feel His heart 
In endless light, in storm and dark