Moonlight Kyrielle

Let us tread softly, shadows glide
Between the trees; I’m by your side –
Our fingers brush, then move apart:
We’re waiting for our life to start.

We left the smoky, crowded bars
And said we’d look for shooting stars:
Across the sky – a flaming dart!
We’re waiting for our life to start.

I don’t believe you know my name,
Or what I want, or why I came.
You keep my secrets in your heart.
We’re waiting for our life to start.

We don’t know where this road will go,
But we will walk it, even so;
We have no map, no guide, no chart:
We’re waiting for our life to start.

I have to thank Jane Dougherty for another beguiling prompt. I hope I’ve done it justice. The kyrielle is a very structured form, and I struggle to make these sound natural.