I sit outside at night and gaze
at the moon and stars

and wonder ---------------
if I caught a falling star,

would you accept it from me?
as a gift, a symbol, of fidelity

as a captured thought,
brought alive in burning suns

and savored deep
in cherished memories

of your kiss, realized
never to be released

shared forever with
maintenance of new

meeting of lips
placed once again

oh so sweet,
as honey tasted

fresh from the hive,
pressed upon mine