I caught a glimpse of the moon
and I recalled the night
the moon had brought me to you,
she whispered in my dreams
and led me from the darkness.
From the first moment
I laid eyes upon you,
you were embraced within a silver nimbus
and I knew you to be moon blessed.
She was the invisible hand
watching all from her lofty throne,
though usually the distant observer of time,
aloof and yet ever present.
There are moments rare
in which she is moved to compassion,
love ever has been her domain,
the sun shines so bright he is blind
to the delicacies of human emotion.
So she steps in to help those in need
to find their way to each other,
in a world so wide it can be easy
for lovers to unknowingly pass each other,
she stumbled upon two souls lost in the night
in need of healing.
With divine intervention
and subtle insinuation she tied the cord
which drew us to each other,
and quietly she retreats
not demanding recognition for her work.
But in our hearts we will always know
that we were most truly