Tiptoeing Through Moonlight

We tiptoed on the path covered with moonlight The canoe awaited for our swift quiet arrival there Hanging fragrantly in the moist thick hot night air The aromas of Night Blooming Jasmine lingered No persons found within our sight of envisions No wanting dogs needed attending Oddly there were no monkeys taking bananas Just you and I escaping the matrix of daytime Hopefully unseen by anything that tells stories Into the unbalanced boat I step, you brace me Next, your turn, now sitting like galant dancers Off you gently push from the wooden stakes Carefully making no sounds disturbing livestock Paddling deep and hard, yet ever so slowly Into the dark, into the night, within the canoe Down the river to never land moving forward Hands on my shoulders oh so warm my friend Counting the sways of water beneath our breath The heat is boiling with the sweltering skin The stars watch the volcano erupting with flares And then the twinkling of the stars applaud The heavens giggled as if it’s a happy child We dove into fresh clean water just to swim The moonlights the water above our chins Climbing on board gaining complete composure Snuggling up within the warmth of each other Start rowing back to the wood on the deck Tying the canoe amidst the limbs of the Jasmine Up on the pathway leading back into the matrix The Moon light tips it’s hat “good night” As the Suns first beams of lights hit the horizon And we wave farewell as we bid our goodbyes BoJenn Feb 1 2019