Through a magic night of dreams, I recall
A vision of a moonlit field, soaked with dew
From the North, the cool September wind stirred through the trees
The ghostly opal clouds drifted, high over the midnight field
Advancing in waves of swirling cotton
Mingling with sapphire blue and illuminated by the Moon
Weaving a glowing tapestry of ethereal beauty
A resounding chorus of crickets rose up to greet silent, spectral Luna
Who blazed through the parting clouds on Her nightly journey,
Like a silver chariot across the Autumn sky
Shining with hypnotic splendor on the meadow mists
This haunted dance of clouds, wind and moonlight
Of a dream realm, I’ll long remember.
