Late Nights

My mind wanders to the nights when we heard the crickets sing on the hill we claimed as ours. Tiring days made sweet by the touch of two struggling lovers hopelessly lost in search for the eternal. We marveled at the universe, to places not yet traveled, to dreams locked in the stars. Nightly departures brought heartache but a promise of return. Our arms extended, my hand interlocked with yours like the roots of an ancient sycamore tree on familiar earth. And I will never let go.