A little side story here – literally woke up to find the moon greeting me when I wrote this poem. Anyway, here goes

Under the guise
Of hyperactive serenity,
The wintry ones wander,
Awakened by the call.

Watch the moon,
Daintily serenading among the fog,
Over the rampant lights –
A subtle star, sparkling.

Twas a momentary find,
The blinding beauty
Bombarded past
The shadows of Midnight.

With the overlay,
Close your eyes,
Warmth and cold
Of you as one whole,
Whispering through the hull
The sweet lullaby,
Sleepless with drowsy eyes.