What leads me out
On a night like this
Bleak it seems
By the indoor light
But the darkness calls
I step along like I hold her hand
As around my shoulders
She settles down
A velvet cloak 
Of soft midnight
And the moon swims up
In an orange hood 
And the branches hold her high
And the mist rolls in
From all four woods  
And the night winds moan
And the night wings fly
As we traipse along
By a single star
That pricks it’s way through
A quilted sky
And the clouds throw veils
Across the moon
In a ghostly ship they sail
And the world spins round
And whirls us in
To an orchestra
Of the darkness sounds
And I lay my head 
On my moonlit friend
And the lamp indoors
Lights an empty bed

Sara Mathews     October 2021