A strange place;
This night-garden,
Under tress,
Under darkness,
Under blankets
On top of the glacial
Stone ground;
I didn't feel so cold then.
You were not a day older
Then eighteen years,
And I was not a day wiser then you.
You spoke with euphoria, delirium
Falling from your mouth;
Grinning like a Cheshire cat,
We went missing from the crowd-
All here to see you-
Rhapsody in a red-dress,
All I saw was you, in the
Quiet sleepy place where we'd be found
Kalopsia soft in silk,
Pale milk skin blending with the moon above,
You shone maniac moonlight into my eyes
Until I was your lunatic,
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns fly
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns die,
In the starry moonlit sky.


-Jamie F. Nugent