The dark is warm
and the night is right
for night swimming
and basking in the eerie astral light.
I don’t want to fuss
and I don’t want to fight.
But I would kiss you
by the water’s edge
and that kiss could take all night.
We can fly these kites at dawn,
early sunlight in the sky,
in the same wind that is now
a whisper to my ear;
‘Have no fear. Love is always near.’
And love knows no bounds.
It is not confounded,
but flows freely
like this preternaturally warm breeze.
The distant trees will wave back
in answer to upraised hands
dancing with our kites in flight,
soaring clear over to tomorrow.