I bless you with moonlight

I bless you with moonlight, and gaze from afar the wither of another, a quietude of stars. And to those lips, a peal of wind, the breathless harpsichord of his skin will tickle you with laughter brim. As I ponder what shadows play that fancy your desires way I promise you the river's croon and tither thee to fathom May. Oh, how lightning sighs in solitude!