• In an instant it seems

    There comes to be

    Us.

    Whoever you are.

    Whoever I am.



    Night now whispers of one

    As our bodies dialogue with Moon

    Who instills the memory of moonlight caresses

    Into our sleeping bodies.



    We shall not waste the dawn

    As dreams end so quickly

    And our glistening bodies awaken.

    Our night may never come again.

    The sun knows only of now.