In the moonlit path we walked together

“There are wild foxes here,” you said

And I took a step closer

Wondering if we would see them unless

They saw us first and swallowed us whole.

My hair caught in branches that swept low, pulling

At our clothes. “It’s eerie,” you smiled, disentangling

the strands, “but beautiful,” I murmured, breathless.

“Exactly. That’s why I come here for a stroll

on nights like these,” you whispered.

I think I said something but it cannot be denied

that night was magical, musical. I confess

I almost gave you my heart. I say almost.

For when morning came we went our separate ways

Our lives reverberated and re-wrote themselves

Only some moonlit nights you will find me, I guess

Pacing those paths. Trying to find a way

To soothe this restless soul.