Moonlight, Stars and You

her face shines
she admires the beauty of that white ball
up in the sky
like a little child
like a little angel
myriad gleaming things surround the white ball
as if they are displaying a beautiful show for you
merrily you count them and childishly ask
if you can have two of them
I look at them and tell them to come to you
they come down and she gives them lovely names
one is joy and other is love
delightful they rest on her palms
O the moonlight, stars and her.