The pale moon rose into the darkened night,
Ascending like a huge balloon on high.
Illuminating broadly with its light
Its fullness casting radiance in the sky.



Emitting beams that I would love to clasp,
by catching them where they could reach the land.
But they eluded easily my grasp,
dissolving as they touched my outstretched hand.



Reflected light from moonbeams passing through
The gossamer wings of angels floating by
Brought images now faintly into view,
Those rarely seen by merely naked eye.



When full moon pales, the angels end their flight
Their images now fade into the night.