M o o n G l o w

Enveloped, we are
in cool February air
under a star-filled night sky
embracing
as if we'd never let go.

With a bright glowing moon
and smiling stars
hovering above us,
We speak in whispers
savoring every second together
before we part for another night--

Maybe someday
we won't have to part;
You look into my eyes
and tell me you love me,
I'm yours.
Possession
symbolically
never felt so right.

The sky smiles
down on us
as we bid our final good-byes
Possession of time
never felt so cold.

As I sleep
under the stars,
I can't remember
even falling asleep
but I do remember
thinking of you
as I slowly drifted
out of consciousness
feeling like there was no time
only an eternity
of us-

04.13.00

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