A Harmony

While smoke enshrouded us one crowded night, Obscured by grey and ashy sea-breeze air, Your face reflected flame and sparks took flight, Eyes burnt-sienna, set a-dancing there. Your voice stayed with me, wrapped by memory. It played the deepest emerald melody, To me, not quartet, but a symphony; I only wished the music just for me. Unknown to me, you heard my singing too, And day by day sat listening to my song, A quiet audience to me, running through Each possibility, what could go wrong. So many trials, our voices rang in tune. But hope surmounts, beneath this glorious moon.