As the night settles into the cooling of autumn
the lake mirrors the illimitable sky
and on the dock, between the mirrored indigo of all direction
we drift in the ether.

There is no sound but the drum of our hearts
caught breaths of words far too afraid to whisper
and the buzzing of phones that we fiddle with
while I wait, you wait, the moon follows our hesitance.

Leaning in as the night continues to dim,
the blanket of your sweet voice offers the dreamy relief
and what I already know–and accept
was infused in the tears that fell onto your lap.

There is no need for somber sighs
to seek answers, to find tangibles
when we can just continue floating blissfully
in the blue, hand in hand till dawn.

(💚 you)