the last night before we moved on
you danced in the shadows of the grand oak tree
under the waning moon and you-
brushed your fingers past the decaying bark
tempting the moonlight that trickled through
the gaps between the leaves
leaving behind the black and white of the night.
the winds whisper behind our backs and
your fingers entwine with mine
our bodies touching and our breaths mingling
with the cold night air and you-
look up into a starless sky
wishing into a vast empty space for our peace
but there was never an answer and we
moved on--

--where is our peace, love?
it is here, under the grand oak tree
where you danced with the moon
and brushed your fingers past the decaying bark
tempting the moonlight that trickled through
the gaps between the leaves
leaving behind the black and white of the night.

you never told me that it was all a mendacity of your (twisted) mind.