The sun is done with its play.
The change from to day.
Moon shines out of breaking clouds.
Stars glitter and gleam from afar.

He comes out like a song.
Fleeting everywhere like nothing was wrong.
Moonlight catches his eye.
A blink and the light from within is gone.

He protects me where’er he is.
That melodious voice is his.
I catch sight of his shadow.
With a shimmer he’s gone.

I cannot seem to find him,
As I’m standing near the rim.
A moonbeam guides my way.
I now hear his moonlight song.

I fear that I’m too late.
I call for him to wait.
He stops his flow.
He glides down to my face.

He knows I want to be away.
I want to be gone in time for day.
His smile warmed my heart.
He knows what to do.

As I watch him nimbly climb the air,
Using the current as his stair.
His wings uncurl from their sleep.
Soon the moonbeams are at his feet.

I know he’ll always be there.
The moonlight shining in his hair.
He wants me to hear his healing song.
My angel guarding my dreams.