Moon Whispers

The darkness comes upon the brink
The stars have found their glow
The moon is singing joyfully
With voices in it's hold.

A song of mystic slumber comes
To rest upon the earth
While little pixies lend a dance
To lyrics that are heard.

The stars have tipped an eager ear
To hear the lullaby
That the moon is singing sweetly
Up in the swirling sky.

Like liquid pools of fragrance
A figment to the sight
Comes to call upon the song
That's misted by the night.

Mother Nature dips her finger
Where the night sky ends
Scattering the whispers
As she swirls the stars again.