One Moonlit Night

When I first learned ecstasy could be found
on the other side of moonlight I thought of you.

Remember the rule of our love falling out of the sky?

Doing unto you.  Having done unto me. 
Both dropped away on that night
when even the cicadas ceased their chatter
to listen to the sounds of our passion.

Yes, there will always be those who would
build up rigid walls of dogma around
meaning and have God all to themselves.

We knew on that moonlit night long ago
the intention behind how the stars move
and, shivering, turned our distant gaze
within each other's eyes into a dance.