the moon was bright, full in all her glory
we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy
an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake
Down the long winding dirt road

we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy
we talked all the while, as the moon rose
Down the long winding dirt road
as our love grew and unfurled

we talked all the while, as the moon rose
the moon was bright, full in all her glory
as our love grew and unfurled
an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake

 

©2016 Amanda Potter