In the garden

by Postmortem promises
(Ohio)

The garden curled around us as we sat beneath the stars,
in the silver shine of Venus and the rust red glow of Mars.
the brandy was between us and we toasted life and love,
while the moon conducted music from the dark green leaves above.
in the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
in the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.

Vintage brandy in the bottle seemed to ask us both to drink
and the flowers that were watching clearly knew what they should think.
then your glass was finally empty and you laid it to one side
while you closed your eyes and kissed me, and the barn owl tried to hide.
in the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
in the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.

There was silence in my city as your lips were joined to mine
and I tasted all of heaven and a little brandy wine.
As we both laid and stared into each others' eyes
with embarrassed little laugh that were sure to signal fun.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
in the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.

So we gathered up the glasses and we put the stars to bed
then we walked along the garden path, my shoulder 'neath your head.
we pulled each other closer and we whispered with our hands
that tonight is all that matters and the whole world understands.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
in the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.