Dreaming moonbeams, waking gently –

gently turn to face me here.

Here I lie, serene, beside you;

you who are so close and dear.

Dear, I treasure these tender moments;

moments of such pure delight –

delight in love and life’s sweet blessings.

Blessings waking from the night.

Night time falls away behind.

Behind these clouds the moon is beaming –

beaming, dazzling, dancing free;

free to glow in happy dreaming.