Lunar Shores

Shadowed voices,

Lamplight cannot illuminate,

Lines on the wall,

Pouring down.

Sky blue, 

Sunset hues,

Standing here

Next to you

Dark hair,

Kissable lips

Taste of wine,

Feel like roses.

Walking hand-in-hand 

Along lunar shores,

We look up;

I feel at home.

Darkness consumes us.

The light from your eyes

Shows me where I belong.

We dance faster.