Ode to Ted Plantose

Twas ebon night, mid silver sheen,
the moon and I did stroll .
‘Tis said ‘ the night is made of dreams, “
and she, from lovers souls.

Moonbeams caressed each loving heart,
then kissed each loved one's cheek.
So suddenly did they depart ,
the sun he stole a peek.

I bade the moon a fond “adieu” ;
a tear fell from my eye,
to be captured as a sunbeam
pirouettes on a sigh.

The sunbeams danced upon my brow,
then twinkled in my eye.
So soon the moon seemed just a dream,
the sun took hold the sky.

Twas golden morn, mid emerald dew,
Sol and I returning.
'Tis said “the day is made of truth” ;
He, from Gods love burning.

There I beheld a vision fair,
that filled my heart with pride.
The sun and moon together there,
and in their midst stood I.

All aglow, from my head to toe,
cloaked in silver and gold.
Whilst all the sun and moon beams danced,
with me till till I grew old.

When it came time to lay me down
unto eternal sleep .
Moonbeams caressed my loving heart,
and kissed my wrinkled cheek .

By Jove !