Walking with our arms locked in the middle of the night

A quiet ritual of meeting between her and I

An open field reflecting the broad moon in poetic waves across the summer grasses

Holding our crimson lantern to the open starlit sky

Our dance, our song, purposed only for whispering romance back in our lives

As the flame fills the fragile paper shell with expanding life

Her voice smoothly pours like scotch over ice “I made us a wish”

Standing as one our dreams carried away far beyond our eye

For a moment we stand holding hands in the quiet of our drifting light

Wrapped in heaven and compassionate hold

We share a perfect kiss under our wished upon

Perfect sky

~Alisa Hutton