An Arizona Moon
The moonlight that replaced the gleaming of the sun
And cast its reflection over the dark, sullen landscape
Thin lines of silvery illumination
Remembering your name and the memories.
A shooting star among the rest
Your heart ablaze and ready to fly
But the question is
Will you be the pilot?
To guide, to lead, to love, and to cherish
Those moments that will be forever ours.
Even though the moon has vanished
And the sun has returned to its place
The recollection of Cupid’s arrows
And everything sweet
is forever in the heart of the Arizona moon.