Love Poem: Night Trip

Night Trip

Stop, this is the place, let me 
look outside, awhile, at the waving olive tree;
the shining stars of the evening sky, 
of the twilight night,
the gentle wind searching for unknown souls---
except for us, it recognizes me, while fireflies 
help the sleepy, sleepy moon, guiding its suitors
to reach their home; what a beautiful 
place, engulfed in serenity!

On this field of green, for a moment, let me 
lay myself here, 
assuming I feel this serenity. Actually, I felt 
it first when we (me and my wife) were once
hiding and found ourselves bathed in love,
engraving, for eternity, our names in the evening sky!