Leaves Across the Moon
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ever go out at night, between spring and fall, just to look at the stars. Maybe it’s you and your spouse, taking some time in the quiet after the little ones go to sleep. All you want is that taste of sirenity, that time to just breathe in the air, feel the muscles in your neck relax from the days events.
Every day has its own mood that it sets, contingent on the world and the way people act in the space between you; and them. At work, at the store, everywhere you go, the mood of the day ebbs and flows around you; till that moment that you can just sit on a bench with the one that helps you breathe life.
Oh, the nights, the passage of time, the silence is your music, the closeness your comforting warmth, your love the cradle of your dreams together.
You swim in your togetherness, everyday you wait for this moment, for the world’s day to be left at the curb, because you have something so much better waiting behind the front door. The love that waits, turn the key and enter, open arms, soft words, a change of clothes; then off to the kitchen where you cook dinner together, it can be a box of Mac & Cheese along side some fish sticks from the freezer. Such mundane food, but they will taste like a royal feast, because you did it all together with love.
The silence creeps in as it does every night, the hour belongs to you and your spouse, the time is right, the moon is hanging high in the nights sky, where it should be, all blue and white; for the moment, the moon is yours.
Together, you sit on a bench in the yard, you get close and just breathe in the solitude, talking about life, family and the future; or maybe you just sit there, silently thanking God for the togetherness that you share with one another.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
In the silent ringing of the night, you kiss, take a sigh as the calm takes over your souls, your thoughts, your hearts. No neighbors disturbed by the kiss, but the warmth felt moved your days mood to a better place, a drug some say; a drug of choice others say. The kiss, it can stop time, it can change any surrounding to a more tranquil atmosphere or place; in the dating days, with movies, popcorn and endorphins, you never knew the depth of a kiss when mixed with love.
The kiss, it reminds you of the first kiss the two of you shared, or that kiss on the back of the neck silently telling you that you’re loved. You look at the stars above, the moon slowly creeping, you look at each other and smile, breathing in the moment; in the calm as you sit side by side that moment is like lilacs in the spring.
For no real reasoning, Longfellow comes to your romantic relationship with the moon above, the oceans ebbs and flows the moon controls, so much the hearts of lovers it also controls.
Daylight and Moonlight
In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white,
As a school-boy’s paper kite.
In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet’s mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost
But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still,
Fell on village, vale, and hill.
Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light.
And the Poet’s song again
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery.
The two of you leave the bench and go into the house, securing doors and checking on family pets and children for their comfort. You enter the bed and rest your heads on the pillows, the covers softly lay, you look through the open window. Outside the moon silently hangs, a backlight to the tree just outside the window, a pause of time reflecting on God’s gift of love.
Two souls with a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. ~ Friedrich Halm Ingomar
You think of all the moon’s Grace and mystery, you think of the love you share, the eternal thread the two of you are weaving. How the one constant in your lives, is the love shared together, somehow the same as the view outside the window wouldn’t be the same, without the leaves across the moon at night.
Another kiss given and received, I love you, goodnight. No better way to end a days toil than with the warmth of love.
Time given in love will never be time taken away, take the time, invest in your love!
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. ~ Khalil Gibran