Whispering softly ; the wind cold
Reminiscing in the quiet of the night .
A tender moment , makes my face soft .
The moon and I , make a beautiful sight !

The nightingale knows
The place of my repose
Beneath the tree , where flowers
Dance beneath the moon , with no purpose.

Flickering shadows , bright moon above
Shinning on the darkening grove.
A night bird's cry ,breaking the spell .
In silence I listen to the distant bell.

Waiting , waiting for the magic moment
to make the senses thrill .
A song and a loving thought
From you , in the night so still.



By Agatha Lai ©