Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Night We Were Up


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.