I remember walking in the night,
But this isn't the city,
This is the night life.
I have seen the bright yellow of the moon goddess,
shining down when the sky is
black.
Shadows,
inky with night essence,
are a moving picture.
My love, you are unrecognisable,
but you are still the hand I grasp when walking together.
Nothing is hazy for there is no artificial light,
only the light of the night.
And the small brook,
Reflects,
Both our faces.
And I love you,
In the shadows
of this dark night.
