I must walk beside my mistress, on the way to see the moon.
There's a road beside her castle in the sky.
When you've crossed the bridge of crystal you'll be there so very soon
But be sure to ring ahead she's rather shy.
In the castle we are crossing live the maidens of the night,
Who must roam across the milky way to give the stars their light.
My mistress is a supplicant who'll ask the moon for love,
She has fallen for a poet's rhyming words.
So she's dreamed the magic roadway to her goddess up above
And she walks beside me singing to the birds.
When you've fallen for a poet there's so little you can do,
Just dream that you can ask the moon to intercede for you.
Now she's sitting with her goddess, sipping nectar, drinking wine
And she's asking that her poet falls for her.
Then the goddess tells her kindly just to look out for a sign
That the rhymer has a heart he can confer.
As I eat the magic grasses that are washed by lunar springs
I feel tingling in my backbone where I'm growing mighty wings.
Now my mistress mounts me calmly and I fly her back to bed,
Where her hair is spread like laughter on the sheet.
There's the song of stars and moonlets softly ringing in her head
And a feeling that her mission is complete,
And she wakes up in the morning to a sonnet and a rose,
That were left there by a poet with a lovesong to compose.
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Adding your comment:
Initially I found it hard to catch its pulse but after re-reading the first verse I got the hang of it, and it was surprisingly up-beat!! 
.....Keep writing! You are truly gifted with words! 
