Omen.

The moon shinned like a clump of fireflies that lit up my night,

and brought about careful whispers of a heart, just as luminous.

 

        "The moon is perfect tonight. Do you want to know why?"

 

 Anxiety ridden thrills form within my bones, as I hint for the answer.

 

         "Because, I'm exactly where I want to be."

 

Explosions hid under my attentively constructed nod.

Eyes became incandescent, invitations.

 

Those words could have danced through that pale light for eternity,

and a clogged heart would still whisper believe them, on every syllable,

damning down every doubt with it's rhythm.

 

I escaped in small giggles that slid from my throat.

My cold and shaken fingers gently searched for comfort in stable, gracious ones.

Bodies formed together as if the melody intrigued a magnetic force,

slowly swaying in time, as time seemed to slow.

 

         ...We got tonight...

 

I fake astonishment, as I fail to pick apart your steps.

A familiar laugh of authentic trust filled my mind.

I felt a small grin stretch in admiration.

 

        "So, it's us against the world, is it?"

 

Smiles and heartbeats drown.

 

I immediately realize my mistake.

 

I gracefully come to a complete stop.

 

        ...Who needs tomorrow?...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)