and what would you think
catches my eye?
The half moon shining down
right at me--
and I find myself wondering
does he see?
Will I always be alone
looking up at the sky
wondering if he sees
what catches my eye?
Does he see this beautiful
half moon shining down
right at me?
And if so, does it strike him too
how very beautiful it is
and so very true
to this awesome evening
of September fare--
temps dropping in the 70's
as the night moves in
and winds not moving much
as I try to hide my grin--
You see
this is our first
our first in many many nights
that I have been able to sit
underneath the evening sky
and even wonder and gaze
at the scene
meeting my eye--
Does he feel it?
Does he care?
Does he too wish
that we both could share...
that we were sitting together
underneath the stars
and our beautiful half-moon?
Is it wrong for me to wish
that he could be here (soon)?
Such beauty and splendor--
the beauty of nature
unfolding her glory and grace
the sun gently shining on my face--
the moonlight illuminating the nighttime
just for me--
Is it wrong (or bad)
that I want him to see
to be here too
holding me?
This half moon night--
such a gift given to me
all I know is I want so much
to be free
to be able to share with him
all the miracles I see--
to feel his love
shining all over me--
but especially to know
beyond any doubt at all
that should the moon begin
to slide, to fall
that he would catch it
in his most ardent embrace
and turn to me
gazing at my face
proclaiming his love
his devotion to me--
and handing me this fallen moon
so that I might see
how very much
he cares,
how very much he aches
to share his love for me...
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