I recall those moments when it was just you and I,
Hiding under the moonlight as our feet moved to the silence.
With your eyes on mine, and your feet slowly following,
I ignore the whispers of the unwanted gazers.
The sound of our footsteps make up for the lack of music,
Yet we both know we don’t need any.
The scratching gravel moves to our shoes,
As the moonlight covers our bodies.
That was your time, your glistening in the night,
That, was your moonlight.