by Hannah Pickering
Hold my love, wait a moment and see
The stars bursting and falling on dreams to be.
Here we lie on higher ground
The low huming you make, such a beautiful sound.
Hands clasped tightly together, holding us together
My love, I feel like a weightless feather.
Eyes staring, behold streams of silver and gold
The way you hold me is truly so bold.
Grins full of mirth and locks of long hair
Two hearts combined and stripped completely bare.
I don’t know what will come when dawn rises
But I know what this night is to us and what it symbolizes.
So stay with me now and wish upon falling stars
And maybe, just maybe, they’ll say we were lovers in our memoirs.