Hazy waves of slate-gray night
Twist above me.
The moon overhead,
Filters through—
Reflecting off of the ebony trees.
The night is cool,
Empty and silent.
Time moves slowly—
As do we, who match its pace,
Hand in hand.
You walk effortlessly beside me,
Your body bathed in the moonlight.
We continue our sluggish stroll
Until we, too,
Melt into the night.