Nuit

Seeing nature in a different perspective

The trees they shine,
With dusty mist
From the nighttime rush
Of love.

The sky,
streaked, with coloured crayons,
Of deep blue and smoked grey.
Humbly foresees the event.

And the moon, she smiles,
Down at me, shining with the passion
Of the sun
And you.

I breathe the fresh scent,
Of pines and water
From the depths of the soil.
And your heart.

For only these nights,
Could smell this sweet
when two lonely stars,
Meet.