light in your eyes

the chinese say that the moon is never more beautiful than it is tonight
i couldnt agree more
thank you

pick my way cautiously over the pebbles and through the undergrowth of bamboo to arrive at the front door.
ascend the narrow staircases till finally we arrive
behind the last door
wooden stairs lit by candle light we thread gingerly upon
the night breeze blows gently rustling my hair
lit my eyes upwards
and the vast expanse of sky smiles down on me
the night enveloping me in her beauty
the moon in saccharine sweetness
the bright glowing orb high above.