The Burnt Night

This night is burnt with moonlight again,
I forgot this thirst! How I saw you here!
The breeze, the rivers, the trees are bewitched,
At such nights you came and sat on the burnt grass!
We looked to the farthest star, we took our flight,Were we birds then?
Or how we scorned the ground?
On our wings did we fly so often in such nights,
Tonight the ancient lovers are flying like us!!