Love Lost

When we walked in the moonlight it cast silver circles upon our skin.

We stopped in the meadow, wet with dew, and danced slowly as the stars looked on and for a moment time stood still.

My heart was golden with your kisses and embrace.

Then the sun burst through, hot, radiant and exposing; the stars hiding my shame.

The fairytale has ended and I pine for the cool touch of the moon once again.