It’s the same moonlight shining below
upon us and them, those others we know.
That moonlight is one thing to lovers of love,
and quite something else to those lookers above
who only see phases and think wax or wane.
But lovers of love walk along a dark lane
that leads up a hill and then turns gently right.
It leads to a garden, now almost in sight.
Photograph “Moonlight Serenade” © 2018 Timothy Waugh