Meet me on the other side of the moon
And walk in shadows with me
It won’t be all dark
You put a gleam in my eyes
That will lead the way for a stroll into madness

I’ll take you right up to the edge, walking blind
But just on the brink,
I promise to tell you
And let you decide
Whether to take a step farther or not

And if the decision to walk be yours,
I’ll fall through the night with you
Into an everlasting sea of silver light
Till one day, the man in the moon watching another couple take a stroll together
Smiles…and one of them hears it…and smiles back
At him. At you.

But know also that,
If then, you deter
You will find yourself alone in the lightless shadows
To make your way back alone
I won’t return to show you the way
And – what’s more – you’ll never see the gleam in my eyes again ever

I’ll have forever one way or the other.

12 thoughts on “Moonlight Walk”
  1. @ Vi: Thanks girl. It sounds promising…I think the full power of Annie Lennox lies in her music even more than her lyrics. Do you have the song with you?

    @ Dusty: Thengyu.

  2. hi, i stumbled across your poem while looking for pictures of the moon. I just want to say that it was rally good, and it was a privilege reading it. I love it very much. thank you. πŸ™‚

  3. really lovely and deep, showing the real way how a lover expects it to be…….
    u sure are in love if you can write this

  4. I found this while looking for pictures of the moon too I love it. It reminds me of something my mother told me of how her and my dad went for a walk in the woods and got lost. My dad lead them back with only the moon’s light to show them the way

  5. I absolutely loved this picture, it’s beautiful how her dress flows out to frame the scene, and I loved the poem too.

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