Tender is the Night

Image by >Shannon< via Flickr

Darkness fell.

We cast our stones into the lake of desire

and felt the moon shine upon us,

illuminating love's tender yearning.

Trees loomed large,

reaching to the heavens

with giant fingers

as your fingers traced my skin,

soft as the moss

that gave cushion to our love.

All that we are,

all that we hope to be

was born...

and nothing that came before

or after

has been quite so beautiful.

Tender is the night.