Moonlight shining in the morning,
New burst of energy that lasts,
Still don’t know where it’s going,
Strange shadow in the pavement it casts.
A different kind of nothing,
Of the blue sort it seems,
Far from Saturn’s ring,
But nearer to earth like a dream.
A thousand years in every song and in every moment,
The waters serene, calm and still,
This must be the angels’ best,
A deeper sense of joy you feel.
Loneliness made romantic,
The magic of deeper realms,
It’s poison that make other men sick,
But for you it’s tonic from the moonlight’s beam.