Luminous, bright, full silvered light,
so lonesome on a starless night.
In cobalt skies a bauble rests,
unhooked a vision at its best.
From window view in gable end
I gaze, in awe at its ascent.
A branch creates a silhouette,
dark leaves in dance, soft pirouette
across the face of lunar sheen.
Inside my bedroom I have seen
breathtaking beauty, such delight
black floats on silver, wondrous sight.
Heavenly body wanders free.
A treasure fit for yuletide tree.
This trinket travels way on high
on tip toe gently through the sky.