Moonlit Picnic
- cchiostrinkets
- Mar 25, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 6
The mist lifts
Not a wind blows
We meet
the path is lit, we know it well
past the water, through the grass
by the windows with their candles
fix a blanket on the hill
lay your head by mine
the ground is damp, we bear no mind
the town is sleeping, and with it the birds
all around, creation at peace
we lay, we see, we dream
we fall deeper into the clear of the night
look at the stars
they shine like your eyes
you smile as bright as the moon
what blessing to be both in the night
and with you
CCHIO
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