Romancing her and the night

I see nothing but your glowing face,

Across our decorated dinner table,

Under a moonless starlit sky,

In the backyard of our ancient house.


In that pitch darkness,

Comes a star falling,

As if to see you, celestial,

Dining with a mortal.


The rain comes down

To give us a fleeting visit,

Bringing with it the smell

Of wet mud and wet hair.


The wind whispers the most

Private of secrets from your heart

Secrets I already know

And secrets you’d want me to.


As you tuck your hair behind your ears,

Your eyes call out to me silently

While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,

I blow the last candle off.

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