They walk up the path.
The orchard spreads around them.
The whole night is expecting them
They walk hand in hand.
Under the dark light, forests are dancing
and their life begins.
Lying on the road,
they listen to nature at last.
The moon sinks into the river
Creatures of the night flee
Their eyes closed, they relish the air.
They are the midnight friends1.
1. that can also be read as "the friends of midnight"