Little moon, awake and white

far off in the charcoal night,

are you lonely, cold yet bright?

Your brilliance beckons me.

Chiseled path way down below,

etched in water, silent glow.

Footholds for my heel and toe

your twinkled way I see.

We can spend the nighttime long

telling stories, singing songs.

I must leave before the dawn

to greet the day with tea.