The moon so low in the sky
Leaving off rays of yellow and white,
Not as bright as the wonderful sun.
But still very loved.
Walking up the winding path,
A girl in a dress.
Not knowing where she is going,
The path stops and is at a bitter end.
She doesn't feel bad yet she keeps on going.
Further and further into the wood,
The trees swaying in the wind and then.
Goes again but running,
Everything a blur,
Until she is in her lovers arms.
Crying, laughing, kissing, tears.
Reunited under the lovely gaze of the moon.
"You're home" comes off her lips,
A whisper in the breeze.