II. Fireflies

the slight breeze,

Your breath on my neck.

Subtle reminder that sunshine meets moon rise

when we fall behind the tide.

We dont have much time,

but time is all we have.

Our love, a revolution of seasons.

A spindle twisting wishes into our yarn.

our story will be shared over campfire,

We will always taste like marshmallows and fulfillment.

We will never be lost to each other;

Our hearts, glowing like fireflies, guiding our way.