Stupid Haiku

I'm getting a cold
I don't feel like writing this
So, yeah . . . gotta go

Lovers Dance

Crickets whisper songs
Lovers dance under moonlight
On dew-speckled grass

Have you ever read "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne? Whenever I hear poetry or songs that reference moon/moonlight and love, I think of this poem. I remember these stanzas that say,

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

I think this means that his love with his wife, the person for whom this poem was written, is transcendent and spiritual (the second stanza) while other "dull sublunary lovers" (those attached to earthly things - literally means "under the moon") grow melancholy and sad when separated from their lover's physical body.

Anyway . . . that's what I had on my mind after writing this.