The lights along the boulevard poke holes into the dark
A diamond parasol covers slight lengthening of day
Where shape of Time is lithe and lean and slipping
silver-gray
Into deep blue adieu where new adventurers embark
The beck and calling-rise and falling-holding-letting go
Reaches like quiet shadows to a place beneath Her skin
She hears upon a sentimental solitude within
Echoes, like lagging sea-song on a garden white with snow
The moon-man does not smile, still, still his solemn
comradeship
Touches a chord; a duet borne of love and loneliness
Ignites a strange homesickness for a nameless happiness
Where he and she are worlds apart yet dancing lip to lip
The moon-man murmurs ‘darling’ and the moon-man murmurs ‘dear’
She wonders if his stone-face hurts with tears he cannot
weep
Because she cannot promise what she knows she cannot keep
And so she nods; Time knows that soon they both will
disappear
© Janet Martin
Since it is a moon prompt and the season for love I can't resist adding this song...
