It is a cool night, though not the one <br />I wish to be caught out side of.The wet grass <br />soundlessly as I know it shortly day will reappear. <br />Through the moonlit night others lost may come, <br />I remember each full moon most have gone before. <br />And here it was that once we paused, out of breath <br />to rest and drink our wine, beneath grey clouds.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlit-night-5/
