Moon Path

We met beneath the pale moon light,

the world was bleached to black and white,

the wind stirred the sea into foam

in that soft night of monochrome.

We set our footprints in the sand

and watched as they washed from the land

and laughed at how quickly they went,

as brief as the time that we spent.

The wind grew less as the moon dipped,

we stood where the waves gently lipped

at our bare toes and there at last

my lips met yours and vows were passed.

The moon so low it seemed to drown

then cast a solid carpet down

across the waves right to our feet

there, where the land and ocean meet.

That picture’s engraved on my heart,

I do not grieve when we must part,

that golden path will always be

the road that brings you back to me.