My moonlight doppelganger
trails behind me on
an evening stroll.

From the woods,
sounds of night creatures,
crystal clear, unsullied
by human imprints,
are conveyed to my ears
in purest tones.

In a small copse we sink,
my shadow and I,
onto a mossy bank
to absorb the beauty of the night.

Telepathically, his voice
whispers to my mind
of a beguiling memory,
elusive as a will o’ the wisp.

A stately boat-shaped cloud
sails wraithlike across the moon.

A Marie Celeste;

Deserted;

bearing in her hold
the precious cargo
of my dreams 

 High in the vault of Heaven
the moon's sphere is holding court.
Her countless retinue of stars
attends her journey, like
roses strewn in the path of a bride.

Nocturnal birds sit brooding,
their golden eyes reflecting
her incandescent light,
and peace proclaims
the night's perfection.

Shooting stars in silver streaks
flash across the midnight sky.
Is there more delight
than to lie on grass and
gaze on such a scene
of sweet, silent beauty?

Friend sun stands in the wings
hiding his golden complexion,
awaiting his cue to arise.

But let me feast a little longer
on the night while her fading sweets
embed the sight in my mind's eye.