In the Christmas dusk, when the world is cosy
Singing carols and making merry
The Nightjar wanders, alone in the woods
Calling long lost love, with plaintive moods
Gliding cliff to cliff, from tree to tree
Asketh his Moon Love, ‘Love, where art thee?’
Far out on the horizon, rises the Moon Glory
Haven’t you heard of their beautiful Love Story?!
The Moon shines with love, spreads her love with Light
Smiles at the Nightjar, turning dark night bright
Joyous in his company, she croons along
Distant as they are, yet united in the love-song
The world never sees their love, blinded by rituals and rite
The Lovers of Night care not, for all they need
Is their lover’s sight
The Moon at times wanes, sometimes with love she swells
Always waiting though, for the Nightjar’s musical spells
Timeless that their love is, the Nightjar never stops singing
When the cruel world’s not watching, serenading Moon each evening
How long have they been in love, nobody really knows
If only we care to see, the real love that the Serenade shows
Generations might pass, this love story’s not ending soon
Someday the world will talk, of the Lovers of Night
The Nightjar and The Moon
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