He came across the meadow
A warm midsummer's night
In the year 1885
In the moon's silver light
She stood waiting
behind pine and fir
Recognized his silhouette
feelings running high in her
And the moon looked at them...
She gazed upon his face
as he stared into her eyes
Carefully undoing her kerchief
Releasing her disguise
Her hands caressing his waist
as his touched her hair
Like they both had forgotten
the reason why they were there
And the moon looked at them...
Twisting curls between his fingers
Smelling the scent of her skin
Devoured by the moment
Unaware of their deadly sin
Like Spring longs for it's aching
they bloomed like buds in the sun
Nourishing each other
as two souls became one
And the moon looked at them...
They laid in the meadow
Daisies and forget-me-not
Treasuring this last hour
The only moment they got
Holding hands in silence
No words needed to be said
She playing with his hair
He kissing her head
And the moon looked at them...
She looked him straight in the face
This was their secret sign
He looked down
She was his love, his divine
How could he ruin such beauty
Put to death the love of his life
She covered her mouth with his hand
and gave him his sharpened knife
And the moon looked at them...
She whispered to him
"Nothing will ever set us apart
We will meet in the northern lights..."
Then he aimed at her heart
He held her in his arms
embracing her as she was dying
Kissing her lifeless lips
wet them with the tears he was crying
And the moon looked at them...
He sat for a while
holding her very tight
Absorbing the moment
of their last Midsummer's night
Placed her among the flowers
Daisies and forget-me-not
Laid down beside her
and put the knife on the deadly spot
And the moon looked at them...
There were two lovers
guilty of being in love
And the only witness
the bright moon above
Embracing and dying
in a meadow somewhere
Their only crime,
a sinful love affair
And the moon cried for them.
