I'm in love with the darkness of the night
I'm in love with all that's out of sight
I'm in love with magic of the new
And the darkness loves me, too
Not a prison . . .
I love the way
the moon beams
fall upon her face
and neck . . .
She is beautiful
in the moonlight,
always in
the moonlight.
I could never imagine
living any other way.
Any other way
would be
unacceptable.
Thinking back
long ago
being there,
for I was there,
and there, and there.
As far back as time,
I was there.
Oh! The times,
Oh! The glory.
It makes my heart swell
to now remember
the ones I've loved.
You'd be surprised.
And the night
I love the night.
A cloak of darkness
That wraps around me
like a lovers arms
forever and ever,
and ever . . .
COMMENTS
-