Under the garish Vermont moon
I cared nothing for truth
-yOURS or mine.
The snows had not yet melted:
the birds, still somewhere south.
Dawn was far away,
and as I held you close
the cold lost its bite.
And thus we stood -
next to the snowy field
that I always meant to explore,
and the world wasn't dark
for the stars in your eyes.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Under the garish Vermont moon
I cared nothing for truth
-yOURS or mine.
The snows had not yet melted:
the birds, still somewhere south.
Dawn was far away,
and as I held you close
the cold lost its bite.
And thus we stood -
next to the snowy field
that I always meant to explore,
and the world wasn't dark
for the stars in your eyes.
