The Taste of Moonlight

It is only on a clear winter night
When the moon is full and shining bright
That you can taste the rays of moonlight.

They aren't as sweet as you might hear,
But that's only when the night’s aren't clear
And the whistling howls of wind spark fear.

If you someday catch a taste
You'll never let it go to waste—
The light and darkness interlaced.

When morning breaks—the sun shines white,
You'll start to miss that winter night
When the joy and sorrow was just right…

And that, my friend, is the taste of moonlight.

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