A quiet night under the stars to the tune of Frank Sinatra.
|Under the dinner plate moon, the crickets chirped.|
The night was still, sitting upon the roof of the car.
Sinatra sang those famous lines of “Fly me to the moon”
For many it was a night just like any other, but for us, it was as if the whole world was singing.
The cheap bottle of wine wrapped in a paper bag passed between us in the dark.
There was no need to question who we were. Nor need for pointless answers.
For once all the weight of the world fell away and it was simply ‘us’.
“In other words, I love you…”