Poetry

In mere moments the blue sky
is wrapped in the black blanket of the night
and I feel your hand searching mine like a small animal,
while the sunset paints her colours
glorious on the canvass of the night,
 
and in the distance lights are twinkling suddenly,
the night is full of starts that are white, blue and glittering
and your lips burn on mine like a fire
while that moment becomes the most precious to us both.