lostpoet

One Night!
The waning moon's
Light cascades across the city skyline
And the sparkling light from faraway stars
Speak romance this night
Winds whisper to trees of our moment
Of our time, of our kiss
Outside the city speaks in languages
We can not hear, and the universe listens
For lovers
The cold night peaks the soft chill
Of frost against our window pane
Like G-ds own ear trying to
listen to our words, a foreign
Sound, and forgotten language
This love which is spoken !
Our souls communicate
Our love dances across the silhouette
Of the night.