The place was shimmering under cold moonlight.

Sleazy heavy wind leisurely embraced young idle trees.

They sighed as the wind made its heavy sound and lost and came again, then trees shuddered.

Many thoughts came and went like people he knew. As he walked down the earthy path aware of his own heart, moonlight picked out faces he recognised. They seemed to belong to one of the same person; one who was lost, no one came searching.

The jealous Moon was full and strong. Its sensuous power tempted the flowing tide like his intense desire. A pair of lusty pale eyes was watching him from a bush nearby. It moved with him slowly as if on guard. He saw her long golden hair flowing like satin wings of armour protecting its virgin bride beneath as she moved slowly away, ready to be caught.

He turned towards a small stream and crossed over after that naked ivory body. In the dark leafy space ten feet away she knelt down in front of him with tears in her eyes, trembling silently as if ready to receive the punishment she felt deserved. He touched her long golden hair like he had done to many before her. Reveries from long gone revisited, but neither one remembered their origins that had been lost long ago through living. In ecstasy they sighed and the rustling sound ceased.

A fox peered out near by while the Moon moved in and out of shade, searching and lost what none knew what or why, except the desire that brought them all here. No one admitted but so aware. The tension built up inside, slow and fast and reversed until pain and pleasure erupted. They’d lost control of their cries that shook the shining leaves and their eyes grew red then blur.

Under a willow tree close to the ducks pond, two ducklings noisily chased one another from the edge towards the centre where their mother was watching. Lovers heard only the echo of their hearts. “One more kiss it would be all right,” and then one more and then they did not stop.

When the Moon gradually lost its strength, more sounds could be heard. Birds began their songs of love lost and found, of pain and suffering, then the pleasure of getting through them all as we lived our different lives and sometimes we found one another in love even if for a short time.