I spent the night gazing at you
Rather than the illumination of stars,
And though everything was cold to the touch
Your flesh and embrace kept me warm.
I studied the contours of your face for hours
It all felt so familiar yet so peculiarly new
Like a baby bird flying to a higher branch
Of an otherwise acquainted tree.
The stars, they faded that night,
Not by the outshone city lights
But by the immersive beauty
That was you.
The night came close to an abominable end
And though time was cruel, I had hoped,
That forever together it did bind and hold us-
On the night of the Winter Solstice.