There

In the shadows of the trees
of this moonlit night
I see him standing there
as I am waiting out of sight.
I take a small step forward
he turns from where he's at
and slowly he comes towards me
quietly as a cat.
I sit so still to wait for him
Am sure he knows I'm there
cautiously I move into the light
to be found,he is no where.
Suddenly I turn around
he kisses me ever so light
no words need to be said between us
I'll never forget that night.

Lynne M. Depperschmidt
1997