By Lynn ...  pruphrock@usa.net
Date: 14 November 1999

A Moment Under the Moon

Walking along, looking up at the moon,
      the words rolling off our lips
         freely about ...
… how bright the stars are
  … how loud the crickets were
      … how good the night air felt on our skin
         … how loud the leaves are beneath our feet
            … “It's a perfect night,” he said
      and then     
our hands brushed
            For a moment I thought it might have
  	      been an accident.
But it thrilled me simply to think it could
     have been intentional.
           And nothing at that moment could
	        have been sweeter.
Then it happened again.
      I knew that this time it was on purpose
          so I carefully reached out to take his hand
	   in mine.
His fingers folded tenderly around mine,
       and then came the gentle accepting squeeze 
             the heart so greatly longs for.

And suddenly there we were,
     walking along 
      looking up at the moon,
	trying desperately to think
              of something to say next.