Under the Cresent Moon

Under the Cresent Moon

Sitting with my love outside in the night, she points out the
Cresent Moon
"isn't it beautiful" she says; I do agree while we're looking up
our arms find a way to touch then embrace and a simple act
of holding hands provides such warmth and security. As we gaze
upward thoughts of the future swim inside my mind, what is in store
for us? Can we be seventy looking at this same moon still holding
hands, I hope so. At this age who else will be dear in our hearts
that are not now, I am thinking sons and daughters and their
families, will our grandchildren be playing hide and seek under
the light that is reflected under this Moon?
I cast a glance at your face as you gaze skyward, what beauty is
shown by the light. Are you and the Moon communicating
as the light of the Sun is reflected back and forth between you two?
This Moon who has been around since the beginning; is it
telling you that it's seen it all and that you're going to be ok?
Is it telling you that in all it's time you are the "fairest of them all"?
This simple evening is forever with me; a glass of wine, the
one that I love, while we spent the night under the
Cresent Moon