Harvest moon was floating
Glowing balloon of the evening
When I found the Hundred Acre Wood
Summer crickets were singing
Something new
Ringing chirp of the star-watches
When I found you
I forget now
If you took my hand, or I took yours
Or if they had ever been apart for long at all
I was coming up the stairs
Treading soft the trees transformed
Rising into a place I belong
Harvest moon was floating
Glowing balloon of the dappled window
When I rested in your lap
Arm curled to the bend of your waist
Cheek pressed into your knee
Falling into a place called home
When you found me