Descending Moonbeams

Descending moonbeams ladder She slides into the bay Then waits a moment on the dock Each night it's done this way She rustles through the tall green pines And blows upon the screens Then listens for the cottage sounds And knows what each one means A quiet story Game of cards Or one last plunge at play She yearns to go Within the walls Join laughter Maybe stay Instead she watches over them Til stars unpin the night Then rides the dawn's rays to the sky At that first hint of light She cannot stay she will be back Of this I have no doubt Ah listen for her after dark When spirits are about She cannot stay she will be back Of this I have no doubt Ah listen for her after dark When spirits are about A quiet story Game of cards Or one last plunge at play She yearns to go Within the walls Join laughter Maybe stay