Changes are abound,
let's see if we can turn this thing around.
Stories and tales from far and wide,
now linger here to rest a while

Higher than the balconies and rooftops,
past those spindly, twisted trees,
higher still, beyond the clouds,
high and high above the sky

Peering down across the ash,
through ice and frosted stratosphere,
full in shape and yellow eyed,
the moon of midnight hour nigh

What she sees, none may know,
and what she knows so few men sees,
but mellow there she hangs,
yellow in her sky of velvet night.

From the window I can but see,
the inky strokes of feathered brush,
that dust and smoke the midnight sky,
drawing veils across her eye

Where but one moon gazes down,
I miss my land and home and bed,
or but one moon and no stars,
is a nightly sky I dread

Whispers I do hear, or pretend to do at least,
for in the darkness that I fear,
I also know of friends and feast

Another realm I doth does miss,
another time and place,
where muddled skies are washed away,
and countless stars light up the night

Where fairies fly and elf queens play,
where soul is but a coin to pay,
all those longing hands and mists,
that shun the golden light of day

Midnight hour, you I dread,
for far above my humble bed,
I know you walk with shadow men, I
know you sing in darkened tongue

That luring song of sleepless night,
and golden gaze of starless light.
I miss my mom and dad and kin,
I miss the sparrows resting wing

But now I rest and now I sleep,
mayhap a tear or two I weep.
For in my dreams I visit you,
my tears and dreams your morning dew

Where wherewolves stalk and dragons prey,
where knights and highfolk praise the day.
Another world, another place...

for know thyne heart and know thyne self,
another place beyond the shelf,
that cliff, that void between the worlds,
a bridge but built

with only words