The moon was resting her haloed head

In a black lace collar of tropical plants

Which seemed to be climbing the walls

Like the secret ladder of Romeo

Reaching up past the lit windows

As if wanting to touch her glow

With their tentative stems and leaves

The next day the sun rose with radiance 

As if full from caressing the moon

It had been shining on her all night

And now came with special light 

To the mile of earth where I was sitting

Shaking its rays over the blue water

Like silk sheets being spread for a queen

Rippling slowly over the cool pebbles

Glittering towards me like a blessing