Moon Kissed

Shadows chasing shooting stars, the poets cry as they write the future. Words begin to fall like rain, emotions flow between the wind. The atmosphere evolves. A beating heart peaking up beneath the pavement. Vines of green hug the pulsating instrument. Flowers blossom to the sound, a bitter sweet symphony. Petals dance with pixies upon trees. The night is singing. The air is thick and the moon is watching, the glow of silver pours on down. A kiss of crimson and the heart starts racing. Midnight lovers of the enchanted woods. A candle burns. The wax begins to drip upon the rose, the lovers kiss begins to part. The dancers stop as the crescendo descends, silence for the beating heart.