When moments fly
into the left behind
and deep secrets tell
their tales
in a hidden rendezvous

You and I will
speak in tongues like happy children,
oblivious to moments and hours

You and I will silently
watch summer fireflies
on uncharted courses

Language will sing,
dance and blend
into evening
dusky reddened skies,
and day clouds
will change like billowed
changing actors
on a backdrop of blue