The Night
Oh how the sun falls fast asleep
when the moon in your eyes calls upon the darkness for a stroll in the night,
oh how the clouds part from the horizon, when the wind in your breath sweeps
away the imperfection for a starry heaven
And in the moment where pulses meet locked in a lover's grip, with the tapping of
toes on the cement floor, the night became our own
Whisper things ears have never heard before
And with the black of night and the moonlit white
gaze at me and see a glow of color,
summer is our time, and time is still in ticking hours
and the stillness is our chance to dance,
the world a swirl of ghostly glance and the night is ours my love,
the night is ours
spinning and twirling our images haze and meld in one,
a crystal rainbow against the blackest stone
the quietest quartet of crickets crept to croon their tune
to our awaiting souls in solitude hours
And in the moment our eyes became blankets to the whirling world
we slept inside of each other
Whisper things ears have never heard before
and with the black of night and the moonlit white
gaze at me and see a glow of color,
summer is our time, and time is still in ticking hours
and the stillness is our chance to dance,
the world a swirl of ghostly glance and the night is ours my love,
the night is ours
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