Peace Upon a Moonlit Night

Peace, 'tis a strange thing to me
As i break free from day's reverie

The cares of tomorrow arcing past
My jaded eyelids,
Incredulous at last

The gentle shimmering
Of a three-quarters moon
Lets me know that all too soon

Goes dust to dust, and ash to ash
Free at last from master's lash

A gentle breeze
Through moonlit wood
Lo' to me, 'tis understood!

And my heart is free once more