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