Lady of the moon.

Upon a walk one moonlit night,
I saw a lady all draped in white.
I hid behind an old oak tree
and hope she had not noticed me.

No sound she made no word she said,
her eyes so blue and hair so red.
She danced upon a shimmered eve
her dress made of a silken weave.

I blinked my eyes and gone was she,
to where I wondered did she flee.
I stood and turned to walk away
without her here I could not stay

Was she my lady of the moon-
I hoped again i’d see her soon,
I looked up to the sky above
and there the stars did spell out love.