When the shadows play.
When the thought of what could happen.
Takes your breath away.
Sighs and whispers.
Quiet laughter in the air.
Unspoken invitations everywhere.
In the moonlight.
All the words you say.
Make it relatively easy.
To be swept away.
In the half-light.
Can we trust the way we feel.
Can we be sure that anything is real?.
Stars keep secrets as they wander in-discretely.
And the echoes of a song go drifting by.
We must be careful not to lose our way completely.
Or the magic that we see (seek?) here.
We can't be sure will be here.
In the morning.
With the moon away.
And if in each other's arms.
Is where we're meant to stay.
In the love-light.
When our eyes have grown accustomed to the daylight.
We'll see what waits for us to share.
For all the things we've dreamed of in the moonlight.
Will be there