Alone the moon sits above the sea
In a sky draped over you and me.
In the night and in our arms we stand
Upon the delicate sand.
From shores afar comes the wind to us,
From the surf the sounds melodious,
And the clouds they drift in rank and file
Along the shore awhile.
Speak to me of your thoughts and such things
Meant only for me that your heart brings.
And as we drink from each others' fill,
The world around us is still.
Jason Behnke
2004
Alone the Moon
