Bathed in Moonlight

In a land beyond the reach of day,
Where silver beams of light do play,
And dreams take flight upon the breeze,
There lies a lady, rare and fair as thee.

Bathed in moonlight, she shines so bright,
Her beauty beams in the lunar night.
In grace she dances with the breeze,
Her form a vision, a celestial tease.

Her hair, a river of gold and night,
Her eyes, bright stars that guide the sight,
Her voice, a song that echoes far,
And in her heart, a love that shines like a star.

Bathed in moonlight, she shines so bright,
Her beauty beams in the lunar night.
In grace she dances with the breeze,
Her form a vision, a celestial tease.

The wind it whispers, the waves do moan,
And in the sky, a silver throne.
The moon above, it rises high,
And in its light, she stands, a goddess nigh.

Bathed in moonlight, she shines so bright,
Her beauty beams in the lunar night.
In grace she dances with the breeze,
Her form a vision, a celestial tease.

In the moon's embrace, she dances on,
Her beauty, a song that never dawns.
A tale of love, of life and dreams,
In the land beyond, where beauty beams.