Once there was a light beneath a moonless sky. Too dark to see a thing, too dark to even try. Eyes told to your side, tormented by my choice. I couldn't see your face, yet trembled at your voice. And I touched you, and I felt you, and I heard those ravishing refrains. The music of your poems, the singing in your veins. And I held you, and I touched you, and embraced you, and I felt you. And with every breath and every sigh, I felt no longer scared. I felt no longer shy. At last, our feelings bared beneath the moonless sky. And blind in the dark, a soul gazed into song. I looked into your heart, and saw you pure and whole. Looked under the night, with nothing to suppress me. A woman and a man, no more and yet no less. And I kissed you, and caressed you, and the world around us fell away. We said things in the dark we never dared to say. And I caught you, and I kissed you, and I took you, and I bared you with a knee. Too urgent to deny, and nothing mattered then. Except for you and I, again and then again, beneath the moonless sky. And when it was done, before the sun could rise, ashamed of what I was, afraid to see your eyes. I stood while you slept, and whispered a goodbye, and slipped into the dark beneath the moonless sky. And I loved you, yes I loved you, I took foot on anywhere you led. I woke to swear my love, and found you gone instead. And I loved you, and I loved you, and I had to, both of us knew why. And yet I won't regret, from now until I die, the night I can't forget, beneath the moonless sky. And now... What can you talk of now? What? There is no now.