Phosphorus Moon

The time seemed to pass so slowly as we sat there
at the sushi bar eating nigiri and drinking green tea

Our words seemed to gauge the flow of time
pegs in the clockwork of our differences

We left the restaurant as we had entered
speaking very few words

The night air was warm as we walked toward the garden
a phosphorus moon hung in the black silken sky

We walked along the garden path, beneath the moon
the garden landscape wrapped in a silver-gild

The floral hues of nature's eternal flame
chaste by the warm touch of the phosphorus glow

And I could feel the morning Sun rising in her eyes
forcing the phosphorus moon into slumber