I saw her one night by the river.
She was radiant, pale skin lighting up the gloom,
And her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight.
What was her name? I had to know
So I approached her, but she fled into the sky.
“Wait!” I cried. “I only wish to know who you are!”
But she kept climbing higher, and I followed
Until I could go no further and fell to the ground.
For she was a moon child, lovely to behold,
But untouchable, as the moon itself.