Moonlight spills over grass cooled by dew
Each blade lit by light so unwavering, so true.
Wrapped in a cloak of Nature’s tears,
Your touch brushes away all my fears.
The fiery caress of your hands
Brings my world to slowly, slowly expand
To encompass the whisper of music. And you.

The shimmering opal of the moon,
Against sapphire brilliance, star strewn,
Does nothing to dim the radiance of your eyes.
Your hand laced in mine, bound only by endless skies,
Embraced by grass, surrounded by notes
Quavering drops of molten gold, drifting as dust motes
Trembling, floating beneath the luminous moon.

Light summer rain washes down, almost unnoticed
Enveloping our world in a sheet of mist
An ethereal land, with a beauty so delicate
Surrounded by a flickering silver haze moonlit.
And you laughed and drew me up, and we ran
Children no longer, yet bound by summer, whose spell spanned
Alluring, irresistibly sweet, and we walked, willing, into its midst.

And in your beautiful, beautiful eyes
I see summer eternal, and music which flies
Soars, dips and wheels, like a phoenix, the bird of fire
An immortal tribute to the burning of desire.
And nestled in your tender, gentle embrace
Washed with Nature’s purity, blessed with the moon’s grace
Caressed by music, watched by summer stars, beneath the sweeping skies.