It’s after hours, but the doors are still open,

music spills out onto the sidewalk,

mingling with the soft moonlight.

 

A couple spills out with the music,

loud and drunk and falling on one another,

but they are soon softened by the moonlight.

 

They raise their faces to one another

as before they raised their glasses,

they quiet, feeling the night on their faces.

 

The moon baths them in light,

this night that was never dark,

as the sun slowly rises.

 

It was quite a night,

they just met, these two lovers.

It will be a good morning.