just like kids, we’d anticipated this moment all evening.
the air was still, and the sky was a swirl of rich chocolate,
sprinkled with diamond studs.
the air was cool, and the moon wrapped up in a soft curl of cotton wool.
she was round and soft, like a steamy ball of sweet dumpling.
twirling on soft sand, the lanterns filled with air.
as the orange glaze brewed, they puffed up with hot air.
up, up the lanterns went, they flew to the moon and
kisses they blew and sent.
the white moon blushed and the orange bled,
disappearing into the midnight bed.
we walked and talked and ran to the edge,
where the calm waves rocked, gently back and forth.
the white moon blushed and lit up the sandy cove
with silver streaks it shone.
we joked and laughed and home we went all mellowed and matt.
and there we met miss foxy who curtseyed,
and there’s her friend who bowed,
and there they vanished so briskly, just at the flick of a tail.