To the Moon

The silver ribbon of the road

clings to the mountain's side and climbs

up, curling slowly, straight to the full moon.

We're bathed in silver, you and I, it's

all silver and clean and bright in

this moonlight and your eyes

are shining too, silver and

blue and we laugh and

our breath is

stolen 

by

the wind

that tugs gently 

at my long loose hair

and your short curls, they bob

as the wind twirls them around, 

like you do when you are thinking deeply. 

And this is all I want, in this moment, to remember

the way the wind tugged our breath away

as we climbed towards the moon.    

Reviews

[PloughBoy]

Climbing toward the moon. What a uniquely lovely thought, Carrisa Faulk. Every relationship worth it's weight in sliver is worth a good uphill battle, a climb or two. It's inevitable, troubles will come. However, if weathered together, nothing is too powerful, or too destructive to take a bite out of true love.

Loved the metaphor here, and you elegantly written descriptions.

Well done.

[Carissa Faulk]

Thank you very much. :)

[PloughBoy]

You...are very welcome.:)