we ran down town barefoot
with nothing but the street
lights and the leaves under
our feet as we ran.

we made it to the town park
and danced under the moon
and laughed as we fell to the
ground.

we laid in the grass and looked
at the stars above us not saying
a word just admiring the
beauty of the world.

you turned your head and said
something i will never forget:
"these are the moments poems
are made from"
h.d.