One Moonlit Night
Once on the phone
me and you
we had a lot to say
i had just gotten a new plan
our conversation lasted throughout the night
similar interest that we had
things we couldn't wait to tell one another
and just the thought that we were together to listen and love
was enough for each of us
that one thing we both searched for
as the time past our conversations got shorter and started to fade away like the smell of a sweet rose in the orange afternoon
but each day when darkness creeps back in
i remember our talks that we had
one moonlit night
we will get them back
and the stars will wait again
as they hear the voices of the night chatter a soft lullaby
poem by PenelopeCrews Pitstock
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