The full moon lingers pale and bright,
A ghost of night in morning\'s light.
Soft whispers weave through fields of dew,
Where shadows fade and day breaks through.
The world is still in quiet awe,
As dawn’s soft fingers to my heart pour.
A silver orb in sky’s embrace,
Retreats having been so full of grace
Yet in the hush before the day,
The moon and sun in silence lay,
Two realms a breath apart now gone,
The full moon yields to coming dawn.