Beneath the Cheshire Moon

A sea of stars is visible in the deep ocean above

Pastel clouds paint the dark expanse beautifully

The dense forest dances in the breeze, reminiscent of fair revelries;

They're swaying with the tune as we stand beneath the Cheshire moon.

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Our eyes lock, and the distance between us wanes

Your void-like gaze piques my curiosity

Two beating hearts that have been stolen, two lost souls are now beholden;

We're hidden by the trees as we stroll beneath the crescent gleam.

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Witty anecdotes and good-natured tall tales

Boisterous laughter dissolving into gleeful tears

Our giggles are followed by a gentle hush, our fingers glance in a tender touch;

Secret spells waft between us and fill the scenery, a delicate warmth disguised by lush greenery.

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Hand in hand, heart to heart

Promises rise with the wind and sweep us off our feet

My mind soars among the heaven and stars dreamily,

And I pray to the grinning moon that we never wake again.

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A poem for lost souls and wandering nyctophiles, inspired in part by the image above. Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash.