in the night, the stars dance across the moon
and land on that distant pillow
where we’d lay
face to face with just one pulse
between the two of us
and words are found but wasted
so silence instead tells the story
in eyes that have hope for tomorrow
but don’t cling so tightly to today
it will just become another memory
anyway
the sky watches as
we make fire dance within four walls
and outside the day begins to rise
the sun, a flame borne of our passions
and of night’s cool demeanor
sets the horizon ablaze
burning all day, long into dusk
when night again will capture
one pulse
one more time
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