With clouds of silver floating in the night sky ...gently obscuring the stars here and there... I showed my love how much I care... and we made sweet love... no one seeing but the stars above on our home’s dewy green grass ...as the clouds made their pass With our bodies still intertwined ...we slept until dawn’s first sign and suddenly…lying there in the sand... alone...with my rifle in my hand I awakened to the shout ...of Sarge’s urgent voice... 'Move out…let’s move out...’
"Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!"