Good Night

Softly sings the wind
a song so sad and sweet
about the man up in the moon
and who he has yet to meet

The stars are winking down
telling me to steal a kiss
so forgive me if I do;
they put me up to this

The winsome pines are smiling
and the chatty birds are still
and time carved out a moment
that we were made to fill

Softly sings the wind
a song so low and true
about the man up in the moon
and how I was made for you

The grasses there are stirring
and the crickets’ violin
moves us to this moment
from everywhere we’ve ever been

Your face here in the half-light
and your eyes as deep as seas
chase away the shadows
of the scented soaring trees

Softly sings the wind
a song borne by the night
about the man up in the moon
and how he finally got it right