Distant

As we stare at the stars in awe,

My hand strays towards yours, and our fingers, brush.

A moment of hesitation and bated breath

Then our fingers find their places with each other

And intertwine.

The stars seem to flicker brighter

Perhaps they are smirking or smiling or beaming at our quickly beating hearts.

Or maybe they are just gaseous balls of fire,

So distant they may not be real.

But tonight, they are as real as can be.

Pure diamonds in the inky night,

Far distant but oh-so-near.

Your hand squeezes mine as I look at you and smile.

For a moment,

The briefest moment,

The night seems to hold its breath as everything is utterly still.

A perfect moment in time

I seek to capture this memory, for nothing lasts forever.

Time will keep ticking, always onward-

And morning will soon arrive.