In the moonlit path we walked together
‘There are wild foxes here,” you said, I took a step closer
Wondering if we would see them unless
They saw us first and swallowed us whole.
My hair caught in branches that swept low, pulling
At our clothes. “It’s eerie,” you smiled, disentangling
the strands, “but beautiful,” I murmured, breathless.
“Exactly. That’s why I come here for a stroll
on nights like these,” you whispered.
I think I said something but it cannot be denied
that night was magical, musical. I confess
I almost gave you my heart. I say almost.
For morning came and we went our ways
Our lives reverberated and re-wrote themselves
Only some moonlit nights you will find me, I guess
Pacing those paths. To soothe this restless soul.