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Moonlight Moonbright

A beautiful night, he agrees;
The air moves around them as Earth breathes
A sigh, the waves on the beach make
A comforting sound, and the moon
Illuminates what lays to be found.

His eyes follow her (except
When she glances over to speak) --
Her silky hair lifted by moving air,
The moon lighting her eyes, her voice
A melody the waves harmonize.

He feels when her eyes move closer
And wishes, just once, she'd catch him
Watching; but her eyes are on the moon,
The waves, the night, and will never
Follow him like he wishes they might.

--Barbara E. Prater, 1998