My Cloud, My Love

Laying on this nimbus in repose. I walk up to you, my dark winged love. I run my fingers through the constellation of your hair, As you slip the whisper off my kiss. Hands together like lock and key. Cherish as it it were our last. Under the meteor shower. Here we are free from Pandora's box. Two crescent moons is the sight of our sky. Look up to the morn' with each in arms. Watch the light fade. We'll meet again tomorrow.