The hours bloomed into mirth around the driftwood fire,
and I whole heartedly wished to watch the old year out with you.
To be abundantly glad.
In the middle of no where,
With you..
getting lost in our constellations,
cigarette smoke and
our giddiness talk of nonsense.
Laying among the whispering winter night,
the tall pines singing goodnight,
and the glow of moonlight sparkling off your soft smile.
Your eyes melting gently into me and the hidden places of my soul.
Truly being as if it was our last midnight,
goodnight wish.

b.v.r