Yellow Moon

Tonight I biked past the lake
And a yellow moon.
T’was dark outside and I knew
I would not be home soon

Yet I felt no fear or worry
Looking upon that yellow moon
For such a site was worthy
Of making lost hearts swoon

And swoon I did as I biked
Past the lake and the moon
For the scene brought a song to mind
Of which I still hear the tune

And the tune is that of a sweet song
Perhaps inspired by the same moon
Seen by a poet long ago
Who then chose not to come home soon