A late August evening – a still night
Save for the orbiting of bugs to light.
Leaps from busy minds to still hearts
In memories of where love starts.
Distance can grow without a stride
Through sorrow held deep inside.
Signals could emit so bright
Below the natural satellite.
Walking, glowing in fluorescence,
Hand in hand, the buzz of essence.
Always viewing one true face,
Taking breaths for times of grace.
Calming in the coolness of the night.
Generous in the kindness of the light.
A kiss to seal this night beneath the white.
Come, run, jump, leap at the moon
And bask in clare de lune.
Here, forever and soon.
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