There’s
nothing like stars
On
a cool summer night
The
instant is ours
And
wonder seems right.
The
crickets are playing
Their
constant old tune
Beckoning
us, saying
‘Dance
up with the moon.’
The
wind starts to hurry
The
leaves beat the air
Caught
up in the flurry
We
float and don’t care.
With
wordless invites
Our
hands meet and twirl
Watching
small, soft lights
Just
me and this girl.
The
moon climbs with us
Silhouettes
as we fly
Gently
waltzing and thus
We’re
entrancing the sky.
At
last we sink low
And
alight on a tree
That
night, as you know
The
stars set us free.
