An evening stroll, with you by my side,
I see your shadow in pace with mine, as we become entwined, like naked dancers, grace,
The clear blue sky now dark, lit by the moon light,
Mirrors stars, dotting around like points in impressionist paintings, shining in the galaxy.
The cold air we breath make pictures in the air, as they float in natural evaporation, like sprinkle dust falling, onto you.
© 2017 Sam Rapp The Dyslexic Poet
The Dyslexic Poet is a writer and lawyer. She writes about various genres, as well as discrimination, in her poetry, plays, and stories.