You Came Toward Me In the Light

You came toward me in the light the moon had left us, or the trees from what their leaves shadowed. Crunching earth the partner left to moonlight, and the shine silver of blond hair above your hidden eyes, awaited full hearted, long by night. Your scent is sweetly close; labor to bring near to the wood seat that can serve well for whispers, wailing more the sound of it. You touch my hand, you hold firm my very mind, we talk awhile, we scream, kiss, and we smile, cry and arise all the way above the branches reach. The cold and soaked all ground the bed, your voice my life, soft stomach the pillow, oh my woods love. The feel of friendship finishes a short and sudden way behind. The laughter rings loudly, memory will keep us safe and homemade, as the wind whips all around, wild and manner less, so like the sea not dark but terrible at once. Remember years passed, and long forgotten by the world, so young fierce and awake like the always green.