I feel a little intoxicated with the beauty of this night.
My room is lit from the moonshine,
throwing it's reflections across the floor.
Outside my window the yard is cast with shadows,
as bright as though day were shining.
Night holds a beautiful mysteriousness to it.
I don't want to sleep for fear I may miss one drop of it.
I walked late this afternoon, and stayed out until the sun
disappeared to brighten the other side of our world.
I was sad to see it go.
I am blessed with this new light.
[Moonstruck= Mentally affected by the supposed influence of the moon.]
That is me.