Moonlight smeared across the bay
is a conspirator of romance
in evenings tranquil background.
The ripples and light converge to
a foreshore across the way
giving credence to the tide of time
in its momentary splendor.
A midnight picnic for two
is the fare for tonight.
A croak of a frog
cues a conversation
which is held silent for awhile.
The trance of the lunar pied piper
playing light like a flute is broken
to make way for romance,
and predawn delight.
Wine causes mild inebriation
as the moon dances in the waves.
A sonata of Beethoven plays
in the desires of warmth
shared in embrace.
Clouds cover the moon's gleeful stare
as if to pull closed the shades.
Held tightly in the darkness,
our pair give into their amorous ambitions.
Moon begets sun and sun begets light.