MOON-LITE, GLOWING NIGHTS
My dear
I'm afraid
we'll never meet
on moon-lite, glowing nights,
I'm afraid
we'll never look,
never gaze,
never walk a lovers beach,
never smile together,
never laugh together,
or touch the hands
we long to reach.
Darling of mine,
I'm frightened that
you'll
never know my name,
never know the spelling
of the first
or last,
but most of all
I'm afraid
I'll
never speak yours,
my fate is just the same.
My dear
if you could
hear me,
I'd tell you
that I cry at night,
because my love
I am afraid
we'll never meet
on moon-lite, glowing nights.
Jacob Fierro ©