Nightly Conversations

The fallen stars weep around you
as we lie upon the shore at the peak of midnight,
while the bruised blue of the sky lends it’s color to your skin,
shadows play games across your face.
The night creaks, settling in for the night
as we have a silent conversation,
the one we always have.
Different time, different topic,
always the same words that are written in the sand
beneath our curled forms.
Through the night we etch our words in the air
with our words as ink, our breath the brush.


2008