Moonlight Becomes You

The sounds of birds in the trees singing with your head on my stomach.

It’s these days that make me think of you on a sunset at the beginning of the nighttime.

You bring my spirits up as you smile at the setting sun kissing my hair on some grassy knoll.

The sun as yellow as gold,

The sky with bits of pink here and there….

The golden sunset becomes you.

But you slip away deep into the far heart of its darkness,

but then the moonlight becomes you….

As palm trees sway in the air.