Magic Nest
Your eyes meet the moonshine
wide and open as the sunrise
with a wink as short as dusk.
When they happen upon mine
I really can't tell you lies
they see true clean through my husk.
Stars settle into the hills
after dipping through the night
and deep into the wine,
With little between our wills,
celestial bodies pass from sight
discover your hands in mine.
Tonight we'll cast our shades
into pitch over the skies
to light another day.
Your eyes are the moonshine
your hair is always night
and your skin's the milky way.
The sound of coming waves
wakes us on love's warm sands
with your head upon my chest.
Blindly feeling where we laid
our garments over grass's tiny wands
making our magic nest.
Gilded by the dews embrace
we skim the shadow path
emerging nose to nose:
If those burn that get too close
do we know enough regret
to desire a lower dose?
Clearly seeking where we lost
our clothing in the course of our race
and failing not, we find.
Comets fast again approach
the heavens they have traced
but falling stars will wind.
We'll return another night
before the dimming of our lives
and then the stars may show
how we are lifted even
to a greater height
the stars alone will know.