The Burning Sky

I recognize your dark shape before you see me,
silhouetted against the burning sky. A sky of swirling
reds and splashes of dark purples.

Scudding clouds are our companions, as shadows
lengthen. You weave that spell around me, until
I see nothing but the moon...and you.

Your arms are a wall around me, you the castle.
I smile the smile of one safe, i dream the dreams
of one completly in love.

No words escape our lips,we do not need them.
Our eyes say everything. Poetry runs through
Our interlocked fingers and interlocked hearts.