A Word in Your Ear gives us a weekly photo challenge, which I am coming to love. It really makes me look back through forgotten photographs and take a much needed stroll down memory lane. I have only one entry, but this has always been one of my favorite photos. I love taking pictures of the moon and this was one that turned out better than I expected.
A poem for Romantic Monday. Thank you again Edward Hotspur for encouraging us to channel the romantic in all of us.
Under a Blue Moon
I fit my frail hand into his as we gazed upon the moon,
the beauty of its reflection, comforting like a warm wind in June.
As the pale moon light enveloped us, we stood as one, unmoving,
engaging in a silent vow of love that would never need proving.
The stars returned our glances, embracing a life of their own,
smiling upon us as a distant loon lent music of eloquent tone.
A blend of harmonious voices, echoed the cry of the loon,
as we stood fixed, ever enchanted by the intensity of the moon.
The night air swirled around us, laughing as it tickled the leaves.
The song of the frogs was found in the night and carried upon the breeze.
The rippling of the playful waves as their longing to touch the shore,
gave voices to the rhythm of sounds, sharing a tranquil rapport.
The magical songs in the blue moon light quieted ever so slightly,
as the glow of the moon and the array of stars ceased to shine so brightly.
His grip on my hand remained tender and sweet as he turned to look in my eyes.
A night of feelings shared by lovers under a blue moon and starry skies.