Moonshine

How many lovers stand tonight, Within the bright moonshine And sigh and whisper loving words, As hands and hearts entwine? The harvest moon is full tonight, And just as brightly beams, As when we last sat under it And shared our cherished dreams. My head was on your shoulder, Your arm around my waist. Our blissful future stretched ahead, This but a sweet foretaste. We claimed the moonlight as our own. We could not be denied. We had a few short years and then, Fate took you from my side. I gaze upon the moon tonight Alone and feeling sad, But I would not exchange them, Those happy years we had. Our love for one another, Like an old familiar tune Comes back to haunt my memory Bewitched there by the moon. A love that's true is worth the while, Though ending much too soon. I close my eyes and you're still here, Beside me 'neath the moon. By Joyce Johnson For Deborah Guzzi "Harvest Moon;P " phrase contest. My phrase "Moonshine"