"A Moonlit Night"
by Eric von Bayer

The dew clung softly
to her feet
Across the moonlit night
she danced
Treading soft along
the mossen brook.
He waited for
his chance.

In quietness her
tumultuous thoughts
Races 'long her
while she ran
Her heart beat tight
against her breast.
Still waiting
was the man.

With open arms
he raced to her
With love
he held her tight.
With heavy heart
he watched her go
Now thinks of her
in the cold dark night.