THAT MOONLIGHT 1961

A MAN REMEMBERS A GIRL WHO SANG CAROLS ONE CHRISTMAS AND WHO DIED YEARS LATER AND LOVE RECALLED.

That moonlight,
that Christmas,
Yehudit, you and I.

Stars in that dark sky.
You wrapped up
against the cold

in that old coat.
Carol singing in
that country lane

with other members
of the church choir.
Closer than we'd ever

been. Breath on the air
visible by moonlight.
Some held candles

and some torches.
I held your hand
and you held mine.

Yours eyes I gazed at.
Bright as stars. We
held carols sheets in

one hand and sang
from them. Our other
hands held each others.

We drifted slowly from
cottages to cottages down
country dark cold lanes.

We followed just behind
love matched. Kiss me,
you said. I kissed. We kissed.

Passions much stirred. Star
of wonder the choir sang.
Your lips held mine. Who

saw who didn't us kiss,
who cared? None saw
who said. Now many

years later no one sings
and you are dead.

Reviews

[Nature]

Enjoying reading it. Nice flow and worth reading Sir. They are Fulfilled lovers. They doesn't want anything from world it seems.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you.