Out in the open we lay,
On a bed of mosses,
Under the blanket of the starry sky,
With folded hands for a pillow
And the symphony of nature for music.
There with the full moon presiding,
We sealed our love with a kiss,
In the presence of a thousand fireflies,
Cheered by the hoots of owls
And the harmonious melody of the cicadas.
We held hands and sighed contentedly
As Polaris winked at us,
Nodding her approval alongside the
Whole constellation of Ursa Minor.
Two decades later, I still go back there, in my mind,
Walking the exact path and breathing the same air;
Feeling the same rush of emotions and the hope
Of a blossoming love, breathtaking even in its early bloom
And holding the promise of something beyond wonderful
In the coming years, and I wonder
What happened to that blissful dream of the night,
And how the blossom of love was nipped in the bud.