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.