Moonwalking

I walked Clara under a full moon Through empty streets of glistening Stone houses shining in the moonlight That hid people behind closed blinds. Echoes of my footsteps the only Sound invading my thoughts. Reflections from the moon lit up The street and cars parked at the side Of the road. Soft transparent clouds Drifted high in the night sky making The moon rounder and brighter. Breath hanging in the January air. And the street I walked, past the pub Smelling of stale ale and fags, Was an ordinary street in an ordinary Part of Swansea with ordinary people.