One night as I
gazed at the heavens
the moon rose
over my head
There, its bright
rays lengthened
And its bright light
over the waters spread.



I sat there
thinking and dreaming;
Dreaming,
dear heart, of you.
I wondered
if you were lonely
And thinking of me too.



A nightingale
flew past me
And perched on
a tree near by
It raised its tiny,
throbbing voice
to the cloudless
summer sky.



Its song was
tenderly sweet
Soft, kind,
loving and true;
It seemed to me
as if it sang
Of sunshine,
flowers and you.
Ralph L. Clark © 2003
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