~Red Moon~
-If ever the chance may come to meet,
I dream of dancing on western shores.
I dream, red moons rising 'bove
the wide oceans -- a drifting dove,
who holds us in his sight, until fades
the starry night, to morn'
And I see a firelight, soft and warm.
Cuddled far, into distant land--
touch of hands -- a gentle kiss.
If have it come, this night we miss,
then my heart ... will mend no more.
@ 2001 David T. Culver
