Saturday, February 9, 2013

Midnight Still

He came to me near midnight
When all the dark surrounds
And touched a finger to my lips
Without making a sound.

The moon was full and rising
It blessed us with its glow,
He took my hand and led me to
A place that we both know.

The crickets stilled their chirping,
The squirrels and rabbits paused,
For in their midnight forage
They sensed a greater cause.

And in that stand-still moment,
When souls in love are bound,
We were the only two on earth,
Our love the only sound.

1987 published "Remembrances of Love."

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