The Night of Love

(This one is one of the older ones....and surely my best creation so far!)


Driving at night

The car a part of me

Speeding down desolate asphault trails

Confined to white and yellow lines

But free as a bird in the sky

Bright stars overhead

Made even brighter by the blackness between

My heart skips a beat as I feel a warm touch at my arm

It slowly creeps down, tracing my veins like an artist's brush

Until she finds my palm and the spaces between my fingers

We're sitting on a hill

Watching the night weave a blanket of starry stuff and black lace

Listening to her tell her story

Surrounded by nothing but a quiet rolling mist

Relaxing with the paintress in my arms

Sharing a gaze that only can mean one thing between two people

And loving the mural that is life

And now it is time for us to go

To depart from this hill

Do we leave like shadows sprinting from a match

or do we embrace it to remember the moment

like a moth to his last glorious fiery flight

why choose?

why not stay?

why make a choice that could change something so beautiful?

because you can't stay forever

"all good things must come to an end"

because for every good evening

there is an end

the magic and the art is forced to a close for the night

but magic can not be killed or closed or contained

there will be more nights and more magic

forever more and forever more...

...more paintresses with searching fingers

forever more good endings to good nights

a'dieu...

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