"i was happy to be free;
didn't think I'd give myself so easily.
guilty feelings in the night,
as I wonder is it wrong to feel so right."
- katie melua "blame it on the moon"

it was a lovely night:
your hair, your hands, your eyes,
and also, - you must not forget - an
elegance of the
skies. i recall plucking a
little bit of
moonlight to help me remember
the last. it was then when i
heard you whisper past
the breeze, "i love dim lights,
because they do not profess or
threaten to understand." i didn't
know what to say, so i said it was
time to go home. on the bus
i watched the streetlamps go whizzing
by, illuminating
against the inkpot sky. i wonder
how they could claim to understand
us, with that garish shade of
orange and bright. i fell silent and
so did the night, till you spoke
softly, "i have to go." as your
form slowly vanished into the dark
blue of the night, i released my clenched
fist and saw moonlight lying forlornly
in the middle of
my palm, shivering
as the wind swept by. it slowly
diminished into nothingness; and
i know i should have said, "don't
go."

i didn't
want to
cry, but
the night
was gentle.
i closed
my eyes,
thanking you
for the
palest moonlight.