Beneath the Pale Moonlight

The other night I was standing in my dining room, talking on the phone to my dear friend ‘Eeta. I let the dogs out the back door and saw this:


“Ohhhh ‘Eeta” I squealed, “look out your window. It’s the lunar eclipse.”

There we stood 2000 miles apart gazing up at the same moon.

I broke into song:

“Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight”

Eeta joined in on the second verse:

"Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer

That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there."

We really got going then:

“And even though I know how very far apart we are,

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star”

Eeta started giggling because her horror stricken teenage son and her husband were standing there watching her with their mouths agape. I heard her husband D. say. “Oh Lord” in disgust.

We sang louder:

" And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby,

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky."

Then we were silent, gazing at the moon.

‘Eeta finally said.

“I love that song, and you know I’ve never been serenaded before. Not even by D.” She ended loudly for the sake of the retreating horror stricken husband.

“I know you love that song" I said. " In fact, I know you better than D with the songs…and anyway if we didn’t both prefer sex with men…and love these silly non- serenading men of ours so much……well I know we’d be married to each other. It would be great.”