One night as I gazed at the heavens
the moon rose over my head
There, its bright rays lengthened
And its bright light over the waters spread.

I sat there thinking and dreaming;
Dreaming, dear heart, of you.
I wondered if you were lonely
And thinking of me too.

A nightingale flew past me
And perched on a tree near by
It raised its tiny, throbbing voice
to the cloudless summer sky.

Its song was tenderly sweet
Soft, kind, loving and true;
It seemed to me as if it sang
Of sunshine, flowers and you.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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