A Rispetto
Again the moon and I shall share
the velvet dark of starlit night
beneath the shining heavens, where
the moon shall shed her silvered light.
The world below my moon is still,
and all around me slumbers, till
the naked bright of frosty day
shall send my friend the moon away.
I admire your skill in depicting this scene of tranquil insomnia. I think a lot of poets find the sleeping hours the best time to write.