every silent summer night
we sat beneath the pale moonlight
and heard the crickets singing love songs
to lovers in distant lands
and we never said a word
but we both knew
what was being felt
the start of something great was there
your hand in mine was all it took
and nothing will ever mean as much to me
as the kiss upon my cheek
that you planted that sprouted
into a meadow that grew up
flowers that we could pick
and lay and listen to the wind
blow the grasses back and forth
and we could fall asleep forever
and this dream would never end