A Stranger Below the Stars

The story of how I met my love, Yanick....

The moon was beaming in the pitch black sky

The stars were shining in a soft, bright sigh

But there shone something brighter than these nightly treasures

T'was the eyes of this stranger that twinkled with pleasure

We weren't alone, yet he stood from the crowd

Seeing him made my heart float on a cloud

There was something about his face

That made him glow with original grace

 

From his lips came the words and the smile

That erased from the night everything that was vile

A net of sensations landed right on my heart

A prison of emotions gave my love a start

And before I knew what had happened to me

Everyone left for the night to start

Before I could begin to see clearly

Away we drove right in the city's heart

 

The vehicule advanced on the roads of night

The moon and the stars kept on glowing so bright

The voice of the stranger continued to flow

I was in love; how was he to know?

My eyes couldn't drift far away from his face

My heart kept beating at a dangerous pace

Often our gaze would cross on their way

Silence died; there was always something to say

 

I met a stranger below the stars

This stranger on my heart has left a scar

He has a voice that soothes my heart

A smile that gives my breath a start

His kiss is soft as silk and wool

His words could capture even a fool

His eyes are stars into the night

HIs embrace makes everything wrong go right...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

So beautifully expressive and tender... Oh, you reveal such a depth of love and and life in your words that exalt in the eyes of another. What a wonderful read!