The Moon over The village.

The moon looks over the village.

As we walked hand in hand by the village bandstand, the moon was out; it had a glow that shed a light on which way we should go. The night was silent until we went to the lake. Then the silence was broken by a loon singing her song. Everything was right; nothing was wrong. I can see the glow of candles on the house's window panes. The candle I held's it's wax drips down on my hand, and it hurt for only a second or so, then when the church chimes rang out. It was time to go home. Oh, how I love you!