Moonbeam

The owl winged night is hanging low in marshy fragrance moon's powdery glow winds whisper day's sun tanned pain what happened once can happen again! The moon lights up the hidden hulls some in view some within walls there's no class in her beaming reach by magic wand sleep the poor and rich! On their thorny beds the aching souls in feathery dew by glowing coals their eyes moving in silvery gleam fly on wings catch a passing dream! It's time for the cloud to play mischief darken the night usher in relief to veil the moon when her job is done so she no more hinders sleep's healing run!