Lovers

Across the moon,

Disappearing outline,

Dark and wavy

In the horizon light.

I watched them go,

Climbing the cloudy lines

Across the puffs,

Dancing into the night.

I wonder then,

As I rest by my tree.

Where do they go

When off this leaf-strewn ground?

Do they dissolve

In lingering kisses?

Could they have left

In such silence of sound?

But I look up.

And see them flutter there

On the moon face.

And across the pale light.

They beat their wings

And are stirring the wind.

They became birds

Who fly into the night.

Fly with the birds

As if gloriously winged.

Find me a nest,

A feathered leafed tree.

They didn’t speak.

I never heard a thing

Watching the night

Disappearing with me.