As we lay through the night,
Our thoughts burn oh so bright
With the sweetest memories lingering
On through the hours of silent breathing,
I wonder if you hear me
Over the vast starry sea,
Prayers that punishment for our bonding
Could be dismissed by the purest longing,
The sensation of lust
Is an automatic must
In this surreal relationship, constantly surpassing
The unthinkable static connection now flourishing
Through the night,
Silence isn't a fright
As a moon lit glow reminds us of a future promising
Of the most exotically deep and love filled reuniting...
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~