Like an arrow from a bow,
our spirits split the skies above..

Dare we look back?
Freed from the superficial and the mundane,
We do not.

Are you with me my love?
Yes...you are.
I taste your kiss on my tongue.

The Moon dances on the puddles from
The evening rains..

Soon the pond will come alive and mete out rythyms
to complement her reflections on the water.

No longer alone...
You reach for my hand,
as I reach for yours...

Our shadows lose us in the night...
Perhaps some to tarry along.

The Moon Light lending the evening no promises ....
as the darkness give way to her resplendent Light.

We walk in step ...sometimes out.
But we walk together,
knowing we will never forsake one another to the chase.

Gregory Sexton