One night as I gazed at the heavens
The moon rose over my head
There, it's bright rays lengthened
It's 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 in a tree nearby
It raised it's tiny throbbing voice
To the cloudless summer sky.

It's 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 ©

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