while others sleep

The late moon floods your house with its white light;
And gives the scene a fragile charm that clears
Away reality and means the night -
Is ours, until the moonlight disappears
Beyond the pale,pink shroud of coming dawn,
When shutters are unlidded and the day
Begins again; and all those new plans form
The patterns to be burnished until play
Is once again permitted and you wait
In silence, that’s alive within the mind:
It gives an atmosphere where you'll create
The chance to meet your need until you find
The fragile charms, once more, that always sweep
Reality away, while others sleep.