In the forest silver moonlight 
Lit the branches like a flame 
And drunk with Spring’s enchantment, 
Lightly down the path she came 
Her voice trilled like a nighting bird 
As she danced beneath the moon. 
I longed to join her madness, 
And feared I would, too soon. 
On and on, through starlight 
And shadow till dawn. 
And though I’ll not regret her, 
I swear I’ll not forget her too soon. 

Her face was pale in moonlight, 
As I looked into her eyes, 
They were soft and grey as mist is 
Upon the nighting sky. 
Her fingers pale and cool they were, 
And upon my body played. 
In the ecstasy of dreaming, 
I loved her as we lay. 
On and on, until the night was gone. 
And though I’ll not regret her, 
I swear I’ll not forget her too soon. 
In the forest silver moonlight 

ights the branches like a flame. 
And I’ll stand beneath their enchanted fire 
Until she comes again. 
I’ll pine away for the beauty
Of her voice, her glowing ease, 
And her silver silken hair 
That flowed across me like a breeze. 
On and on, I’ll wait until she comes. 
And though I’ll not regret her, 
I swear I’ll not forget her too soon. 
©1979 Cynthia McQuillin