For your reading pleasure:
The Crooner’s Moon
Bright is the light of a romancing moon
Matters not the hue nor the fullness, we croon,
Our hearts set free thus we serenade,
In the shadows of night where our passions are splayed
Pure shade of light, penumbral bliss
Slight the bright of day just a lunar kiss.
Sweet glancing lips like the breezes of May,
Remorse unwept for the games we play.
Spring conveys such forces unleashed,
Boundless sighs, passion replete,
Follies commenced, endless thirsts and desires,
Till moon is spent upon our crooner’s sweet fires.