A time, it was beneath the loving moon,
Upon the flute he played his gentle tunes
She stared, entranced, into the danicng fire
And neither thought beneath the loving moon
The candle flames flickered in the wind
Overhead, the trees began to sing
Silver moon and silver spirits wept
Whispering and playing in the wood.
A time, it was beneath the loving moon,
The midnight fire in the soft wind blown
Entrancing they who laughed within its glow
Like winter children playing in the snow.
A time, it was, for those who from afar
Heard the rhythmic beating woodland heart
Delighting in solace made for two
Lovers lost within the midnight blue
No 'twas not a dream, that time of
Warmth and peace, while spirits with ease watched
He 'neath the moon, upon his flute
She, entranced by fire's soothing
Such infinite closenes
In silence, deep
ove's reveries and its ways.
