The sun wasn’t shining,
but the air was warm, warm
& softly caressing,
like your fingers on my pale cheek
whenever you think I’m asleep.
The stars were like feathers;
soft to the touch
& oh so white;
within our grasp
above flat green treetops.
Velvet sky & your skin
so irradiating.
Leaves whispering,
entwined within my hair;
your fingers also there.
Eternal earth below;
everything a sweet, sublime show,
from the sparks in your eyes
to my thoughts you will never know