Drink to me, O muse of the moon,
My heart is still and barely beating.
Love has come swiftly into the night
Like a careless stranger. Ah, my dark
Angel, where have you gone? Into the twisting
Recesses of my dreams, deferred to days
When you were mine, and I alone possessed you.

O moon, be still and smile, for in your
Smile you brought him to me. In his touch,
Memories become real and reality melds with
Dreams. My lover has eyes like bronze pyres,
Igniting me with a single glance.

Return to me, my dream, with your pale
Moonlit skin. Touch me, want me, need me.
Wrap me in your mysteries and never let go.

Drink to me, O muse of the moon,
Summer approaches and love is fleeting.
Bless me, O moon, that our love remains
When all the other lights go out.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Khepary, in the year 144 MA.