Moonlight

Set the mood please. It is something I'd like to order from a menu, or stumble upon, or have thrust upon me by some hot but crazy woman.

Then noticing that the faint silverlight glints like a razors edge I'm going to request the braised hamsteak, fall on my shadow, and end up failing in love with the waitress.

Whereupon if the mood pleases it is some kind of occams shadow loving to fall upon a glinting request back into the moon.

And now, in shadow, in light can the sun and moon stumble in a crazy dance like a drunken women smashed on tequilla margs and end up falling into an endless mood of unremitting melancholy.

Oh yes. I saw it drifting down the danube.