The moon goddess slips off for a nap
Just before sunrise,
For it's the coolest time of day.
The Sun's been away for so long.
No one knows where she goes to lay her head,
But mortals still resting in their beds
Will sleep a little deeper then,
And lovers who find each other then
Will feel their passions burn with higher flames.
And those who come out from under
The spell of dreams that are all but gone,
Will remember long forgotten names,
And call on them, and see
Why it's darkest just before the dawn,
And all the other meanings of true magic maxims
And scientific schemes,
For her pale wisdom drips like dew
And nourishes any and all who will love and think
And wish on her in her morning delight.

-jenn