Well

With a white moon above us
Cold water and grey stones
Lending us their momentary
Protection from the world

Sinking deeper into calm
Flickering eyes now closed
Mouths opened, breaths shared
Webs of moon-lit hair aflame

Nothing between, water around
Holding on to the embrace
Of the promised, witnessed end
To the first leaves of time

Slow movements in the silence
Hands joining, combining heat
Fingers clasping, ever willing
The parting to never come

Though as the hours drip away
The moon it leaves, darkening
And the encroaching dawn emerges
To shatter the moving dream