A Sleepless Moon

While there are two children and them leaving where to come from warm each temperate home through each open window across the open field all the way. Their teacher is and trust is by one hand of each is met, one wept. Underneath, a sleepless moon are two young lovers, 'pupils thy near to they of whom would look. Why their books you turn each page from which they have but left behind. Trapped in moons of white and black. Each takes on the body and each shape and his the lovely lady is her looking glass who peers inside and sees that man. With his long bow drawn shooting arrows high in space the moon looks full and open. See her smile? Between his legs a running stream her cup is used to fill the hollow bowl. When full and rubbing lips and looking down is when their faces are made clear the water when it sits is still.