Night

The moon was full,
Circular and bright.
No clouds in the sky,
To hover and cover.

The wind swished around me,
Tangling my hair,
I fell in love with that wind,
That sung songs.

The owl hooted,
Calling its mate,
I wish I had someone,
I loved like that.

The light, wind, sound,
All blended together,
Not a hair out of place.
So perfect and bliss.

I was the only this out of place.