We spark the night, under a bed of ominous stratocumulus, waiting for dawn
And in our sure embrace, our breathing, quiet, as the night moves on.
Receding tide tugs towards the horizon as sand collapsed beneath us.
I sing onto Orion's belt, a breath of life, and a chill collides as if only once.
A moment, ineffable, wishing our light from beyond the veil to speak.
Being together things happen ever so quick that all other options are meak.
Winds wash away unspoken words you can read in star-bathed lovers' eyes
Read, like those few spoken words which have become etched into our minds, our hearts,
Only i know your touch and soft spoken words, "oh world I sympathise!"
...but not the moon, who's roaring, morning tides come crash apart.."