We walked alone inside a dream

there was always the moon in the sky

kept an eye on every internal scream

forever we were we might not deny.

 

I walked outside alone tonight,

looked up and there it was looming

awaiting someone romantic might

wish the beauty of life becoming.

 

The nature of the moon in a cool breeze

just lets us stand in silent appreciation,

she would know the same is in her ease

would she might remember such passion.

 

The human condition, walks a lone evening

always breathe could thrive our beginning.

---

© Thom Amundsen 10/2020