magic found in moonlight

i lie under the stars, grass damp against my back, and know that she, at least, lies beneath the same stars

sometimes I feel like the moon shines in pity only to give our eyes anything to look at… but each other

can you save me from the shadows of you?

i tie a ribbon in my hair, so that when the storm winds whip wildly about my face… at least there will be a semblance of innocence

twist a strand around your finger

give it a tug—it goes straight to my heart

just take care not to forget,

i am the calm before : and the storm.