Shifting, sand underfoot
and the moon bent
in reflected splendor, up from the sea, and from the
tresses of your hair;
black, in that time
of dreaming.
The stars,
innumerable in their glory,
wink down at
us gently as we walk,
their mysteries
disregarded.
for in your eyes
lie the sum of
their light.
This is a draft I put together in 2016 and promptly forgot about. I've edited it some, but I'm pretty sure I've just polished it up a little, meaning intact. Figured its about time it got some air.