The moon leans down and stares us in the face
her round, shy smile has me hypnotized;
I start to sense the beauty of this place
much as I see your beauty with my eyes.
I see the misty clouds that frame her light
and the damp, dark branches of the solemn trees.
Now we feel a flock of breezes in mid-flight
as they push their silken whistle through the leaves.
The shadow of a world is on the ground
and the shadow of your life is on my face,
yet from the wind and leaves’ communal sound
I sense reality in truth untraced—
a sureness of our natural place.
The meaning of our living must be near
for I feel new closeness, quiescent love
for all the things of beauty we have here.
Swiftly come these feelings life is of—
heart throbs that are reflections of the self
as though to underline the reason we exist.
Moon leans down, now smiles to herself
I think your lips are pleading for a kiss!