The moon circled overhead
Creating a mystical aura for out surroundings
Unearthing thousands of years of
Cryptic magic
A cloud drifted fore of the
Beam of silver radiance, allowing it to fade into the
Mysterious wonder of complete night
The call of millions of petals swirled about our
Figures as the wind swung them around
As gently as a mother’s tending hand
His palm grazed my cheek,
Giving me a lush feeling of
Peace and a thought of
Endearment
Past nights like ours rained down on us,
Soaking us with right memories
The darkened grass beneath us swayed like a
Wedding dress tinted by nightfall, a
Cloud painted alongside a sadistic but tame form
Of life
Warmth overflowed at the brim
Of my heart