One cold night, beneath the pale white moon.
-Moon Shadows-
He said, "I've never been in love, you know.
Oh I've fooled a couple pretty girls,
and watched some pretty guys,
and once I found a pretty face,
who told me pretty lies.
But I've never been in love, you know."
Then he smiled wistfully,
and looked up at the stars.
"And there's nothing really like it,
though there's chicks and booze and cars."
We lay silent in the dark.
Metal of the hood was cold,
The shadows inky black,
And a voice then rose within me,
until I could not turn it back.
Haltingly, I said,
"Love is not so strange, I think,
Love is… unaware…
Someone yet will offer it,
And I think you'll find you care,
For one who will always wait."
He looked at me again that night,
the starlight in his eyes,
he saw me for the first time,
he thought that I was wise…
but I was a fool.
And here we sit again,
On another silent night,
While the moon is cloaked in fog,
Making soft its light.
...I wonder what to say.
"I've figured it out, you know,"
so quietly he says,
"I thought about some stuff."
He turned away his head.
"I could be in love, you know."
-Fin-