Like ticking time bombs, you and I
Under this pale velvety sky
With the moon a crimson, ruddy sight
We dance beneath a thousand lights
And lean against that age old trunk
Breathing love in which we are drunk
Like your morning hair, knotted, entwined
Those little fingers lock with mine
Over the dew laden grass on ground
We lay there breaching all other sounds
But then that single hold of sight
Renders me shut, and stills the night
Then on my chest she rests her head
Her warm and soothing, heaving bed
"I'll love you till the moonlight dies,"
I say as we both close our eyes...