Crisp moonlight
invites the river waves
to crash upon these heavy rocks
that line the dock
and I look up
past the boards,
past your face that looks down at me
with overwhelming
neverending
love
at the sky that transferred
from light golds and soft pinks
to a deep navy blue
within the past hour.
Silver specks are sprinkled
behind silhouetted wisps,
a plane soars through the
new evening
where is it going?                                                        
away from you.                                                          
and for once
I'd rather stay grounded
because these wooden boards
are where
you
lay

*with
me.