The night leans close holding its quiet shimmer
A silver hush resting upon your shoulder
Every heartbeat folds into the wind’s warm memory
Carrying our names across the trembling sky
Your gaze drifts softly toward my waiting silence
A lantern rising through a field of shadows
Every tender spark circling between us
Gathering forgotten stories back into light
Hands meet gently like tides meeting their promise
No storm dares enter this fragile shelter
Each pulse of warmth draws the world closer
Turning distance into one shared path
By dawn the moon will slip behind mountains
Its glow lingering upon our woven breath
Leaving a quiet sheen over the waking earth
As though love itself had brushed the morning open