Moaning Song

When the evening brings it's curtain down,
& lifts it's starlit crown, she sings her moaning song.

When the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
& guides it home, by it's looming light, she sings her moaning song.

When eventide lowers it's blinding haze,
& wandering eyes cannot appraise, she sings her moaning song.

When the night owl, is unafraid,
& begins in earnest, his serenade, she too sings her moaning song.

When our lips meet, in the twilight's glow,
& the hour hand, moves ever slow, she sings her moaning song.