Clair

Its halo sends drips of liquid silver gently into the lake,
While others dream of such a stake, I am here awake.

This ethereal embodiment of such elegance,
Puts me in such a delightful trance.

I love its dazzling sightful pleasures,
So beautiful like an angel’s feathers.

Now the water is calm,
And from the glow above I hear a song.

It trickles down sweetly caressing my faint gaze,
Until I see in the middle of the lake, a pearly piano man and the piano he plays.

As he carefully crafts a tune,
So magnificent it could only come from the moon.
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