The Meadow shone
Neath pale moonlight
Silvering the dew-kissed grass,
The crickets played
A vibrant tune
And soon it came to pass
A golden youth
I did espy
He stood dressed all in white.
His skin like cream,
His eyes like gems
That sparkled in the night.
His lips did make
The roses sigh
With envy, loud and clear,
His pretty locks
With sunlight kissed,
I longed to call him near.
Why was this lad
alone this late
walking the meadows trail?
Perchance he would
His lover meet
Beneath the moon so pale.
Yet I did hope
He was alone
This lad so tender-meek.
And forth I stole
After a while
So with him I might speak:
What brings thee here,
My pretty boy,
To wander mongst the flowers?
Who wilt thou meet,
Whose lips to kiss
With whom to pass the hours?
Yet, innocence
Shone in his eyes
Reflected through his smile.
Good sir, I come
To be alone,
For just the briefest while.
So I did bow
And make to leave
To grant him his desire
But he did turn
And call me back
My spirit lifted higher.
So did we pass
This lovely night
Together neath the stars;
Now only sky
And meadow know
A love greater than ours.