Beneath The Silvery Moon

Believe I could not it was you standing there
Just holding my stare
Was mesmerized by you,
Every few passes kept glancing back at you
You said not a word, just staring my way
I was sure in my minds mind it was you, yet
It seemed to me you were avoiding me
Waiting for me to go on by!
Within me, I had this feeling it stayed with me for some time!
Could not get you out of my mind...
I could believe not that you passed by without uttering a hi!
Can bear not as you pass by without a phrase a word uttered
So hard to entertain, difficult to frame
Words running through my mind
From a stranger phrases much easier to obtain
At the alley, I saw you as you came through
Rustling the autumn fallen leaves
And in the misty fog, you looked blue
Through those magnificent grand door's you exited through
Shivering looking at me so cold, winter penetrating you
That cold winters day the darkness seeping through
The evening setting sun casting it's shadow on you
You looked to me as I haven't seen before
So dapper so debonair..
And I looking for a reason to get closer to you
But I needed no reason, just an excuse a reason
Just to touch you
Beneath the silvery moon
In the silence of the night, the winds came out to play
And I held you close to me thus
Tonight I held my hand cupping your head,
Standing close as we begun to dance, moving slowly as one
Those intricate steps the new craze, all round.
I held you tight as we shimmered about the room, just you & me
But as the music take's hold our minds in a fog,
As we dance and danced without a thought in the world
Our minds so attuned to the music, no time to whisper and say
After such a long time, we're drifting away
With memories of what I never said, nor will say
Giving me not a chance to say...Please stay.
Towards the river we'd walk, like many times before
Where we'd spend the night, by the lantern light the fort so far away
Something else on my mind, before you go away
Just sit beside me so I can see you your face, inhale the scent of you
Touch you again and again, for when your away from me
I shall exist not completely nor happily without you
In the night of my nights, I'd often recall, that night of all nights
When we were fancy, free, there will never be such a night
That night when we made poetry...

                       By Connie James