My pillow is bathed in moonlight. It calls me from my sleep. Through the window a beautiful white glowing orb in a black starless sky. There seems to be no shadows on the surface of the moon tonight. No hidden faces smiling at me; just pure white and full. The night is dark, nothing seems to stir, but still the moon calls to me.

in the blackness
shadows lurk|
starless night

in the cool of night
were nothing darks to stir
fairies dance in moonbeams