the magic of the moonlight

The Magic Of The Moonlight 
A love poem 
By 
Jude  Kyrie 

Sometimes 
when the moonlight 
is in full bloom. 
And blossoms send 
their heady fragrance 
into our bedroom window. 
Filling the air with 
whispered songs of hope. 
I lie next to you 
and the magic 
of the moonlight 
falls over me. 
It changes the way I feel. 
My voice is soft and loving 
It does not sound like me. 
It makes me say 
dumb stupid things 
that I would never say 
in the light of day. 
Like I love you 
so much honey. 
You are the most beautiful 
thing I have in my life. 
And the Gods 
were smiling on me 
the day you became mine. 
It makes me soft and gentle 
I want to caress your skin 
like a down feather. 
To drown in the 
beautiful softness of you. 
To hold onto you so tight 
like we are on the edge 
of a raging volcano. 
And if we let go of each other 
we will fall into its flames. 
It stays like that 
until  the last 
shadows of moonlight 
fade into the dawns light. 
And the magic moonlight 
flies away on gossemer wings 
back to the 
wise old lovers moon.