light soft from the moon
his footsteps haltingly point
forward to the girl
beautiful wrapped
she stands still breathing the night
white hands are folded
trees hide his identity
breeze muffles the sound
he tiptoes closer
in his mind, a fantasy
his arms around her
& he suddenly comes forth
the revealing of himself
hiding in the woods
identity no secret
in awe she's standing
her own lovely face surprised
then as if frightened
she turns & she runs
never looking back, she fades
illusions, a dream.
& him, sitting down
head in his hands, defeated
the love in his heart
the moonlight soft still
the wind in the trees, gentle
he looks to the sky
a star falls & speaks
he smiles, & continues home
the love burns quiet now.
whoa. i like this. very awesome word images.