Under the moon.

For there are no words to describe our care, The feeling so magical like walking on air. And Under The Moon we become one soul, Love shines through from within us as the goal.

“Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other.” ~ Olive Schreiner; South African author, anti-war campaigner and intellectual.

Under The Moon

Our hearts dance Under The Moon so bright,
Angels sing as we hold each other tight,
Enjoying the experience of the eternal moment,
Two best friends and two lovers without comment;
Our eyes communicate what our mouths cannot utter,
Our ears listen to the sweet music of the river’s flutter.

Up into the mountains and away from the crowds,
Staring up into the heavens with no clouds,
We came through the path full of tree leaves,
Crossed the valley and passed the farm’s sheaves;
Seeing the open skies Under The Moon,
We sat upon the heart-shaped trunk hewn.

Blood within us boils as our hands gently touch,
For we connect in great measure so much,
For there are no words to describe our care,
The feeling so magical like walking on air.
And Under The Moon we become one soul,
Love shines through from within us as the goal.

~ Asa.