We lay in the moonlight.
long after the sun has made its descent.
Spread besides, reclined
in that that forest clearing.
Covered in needles of pine,
surrounded by the scent
of fallen leaves. Mist drenched.
I hold out my hand. You grip it tight.
I point to the stars. Let us take flight.
The world spins. The trees fade away,
just ghosts in the twilight.
The air sways, it’s just us
here in this forever light.
Here in this place
where my dreams
become yours
and your dreams
become mine.
The two dreams
become tangled, sewn together
binded by strands of hair so fine.
A space where we can sail through
the dusky blue, closer to the stars,
closer. I hold you.
I point out a sight. A constellation
just to the right. A cluster of hearts,
shimmering, twinkling,
in the darkness of night.
The far-off forest canopy
now so distant it has fizzled away
into our forgotten past.
As we fly higher than any tree branch
could ever stretch.
The land below, merely a sketch,
a model toy village,
The ocean ripples in the distance.
The sands, blowing slowly across
the deserted existence.
We reach the clouds.
Feeling the soft drizzle
on skin, soothing our heads
that have grown so hot.
Soothing our skin from burning up.
A fire inside, from needing to touch.
Our two halves need to connect
To stop our hearts
from becoming corrupt
and falling to neglect.
We can make love upon the clouds
where any sound would be mistaken
for thunderous roars, screeching wild
howls of the wind, like a banshee wailing.
We can sail the sky ocean
our hearts never failing.
For this sky is ours,
the stars shine for us.
Here in our little microcosm,
our cosmos of love.
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