late at night
moonlight spills across the bed
kissing your face
in the light I stroke your back
you reach for my hand

~~~

each night the moon rises
the stars sing in the heavens
spilling dreams
I watch a shooting star
catching its fire

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Ada's Poetry Alcove (2)

Poetry and Haiku – Looking to make the ordinary more than mundane.