Invocation to the Moon               
                          by Patricia Telesco                  
                                                        
                    I come into your garden fair,   
                    To Waltz upon the dew.          
                    To look upon your handiwork, 
                    While morning still is new.     
                                                         
                    I come into your meadow fair, 
                    To laugh upon the lawn,         
                    To stare upon a red-blue sky,   
                    Working magic come the dawn.         
                                                         
                    I come into your forest fair,        
                    To sing among the trees,             
                    To sway carefree amidst the leaves   
                    Come full the noon-day breeze.       
                                                         
                    I come into your greenwood fair,  
                    To watch the sunlight play,          
                    As it dances towards the dusk,     
                    And sparkles like the fey.           
                                                         
                   I come into your grove so fair,      
                   The cloak of night comes round,   
                   To gather stars within its sweep    
                   And shine upon the ground.          
                                                        
                   I come upon your world so fair,      
                   And think on what I've seen          
                   Then fall to sleep with Gods of old, 
                         And dream on moon-beam wings.