Moonlight's Midnight

At Moonlight's Midnight
At Love She Fails.
Steigen Fur De Mond.
New House of Dye
Takes not the apple.
Aye for eye...

Tis midnight moonlight,
He does not fail.
She fell beyond,
the horizons keep coming...
Ships and the Knight,
never fair she well.

Lost to see, too blind
the stare, case to case.
A treasure chest full 
of fate.
Poetry...lines of it, white.
Black on forever.
Neverland awaits...
Cookoo bird, but holding
by a stanza, word for word.

In a world gone gray...
line for line, white souloette,
shes been doing time.
Steigen Fur de Mond.
Monday again, pales though
against the write on right.

Mond licht empfindlich nine.
Far out to see...
Simple yes, easy nine...
No more.  Mond
Pales in comparison to what is
now known.

A thousand times better,
AT LOVE SHE SAILS.
Steigen fur de mond, 
Captain.

Nehus Or New House was my maiden name...guess what I am German.  Steigen Fur de Mond is "rise for the moon"...and I am thinking that saying in my poem is passionate and requesting, but not in a demanding way which would be to also say "bitta" which means do it right now or else...
Rising my character's last name is of the light, ebbing out the darkness. The moon's light comes in the Evening, and stays til the last hour...but as the hmmmmmm of time day in night out, the tick, the tock. The clock, black and white...neither predominant, but equals and without one there is no other.  Yin Yang, balance.  And so when I sleep, he is awake, and when I wake he is asleep...and in two worlds separate we keep.  Rise for the Moon, Adam Raposa...
Empfindlich means thin skinned, nine means not.