The Moon Wanders

And the moon wanders up from the woods unknown 

glimmering high with opaline veneer; 

foreign from the daylight and shining with a will 

what a pearly face that watches over me now. 

It has a midnight cloak and a crown of stars, 

walking across the sky so dark 

and brave as it meets face to face 

with loneliness and lost hearts 

It has a lantern, guiding with clouds of hands 

directions and consolations, of hopefulness and virtue 

the moon comes up to care for you, 

the wanderer is watching.