Phrases Not Spoken

He didn't shout them to the loud wind that made the fir trees wave and dance; he stood as a wolf on a rock of the shadowy hill... seeking the moody moon hanging over the windmill! He wasn't sorry for phrases not spoken; through the entire darkness, he passionately touched her with his manly hands and as she lay in his strong arms, a big star fell and lit up her green eyes... midnight wishes were made then! Her unhappy soul emitting a breath so warm wanted to feel the ecstasy and not be forsaken, and 'though she wasn't frightened by any sound: she longed for phrases not spoken!