Speak of the Light

[kryptonitemonkey]

As the rising moon cast her glow,
as she began to speak soft words,
as the darkened night crept in,
there he sat so still to listen;
to hear the whispers so beautiful,
to hear the words of the night,
to hear the sweet melodies more,
and so he sat in wonder and peace.
Near the crystalline light he stayed,
near her he sat in awe and hope,
near the source of happiness he was,
and there he wished to be forever.