Our Magic Moments

The glowing embers
of what keeps us both alive,

is the genius of passion
shooting us into overdrive,

swallowing doubt's shadows
in the distant, through the mist,

as the dew dries
I, so gently grasp your wrist;

guiding you to join me
and as our auras become one,

silken moonbeams
the pre-curser to dawn's sun;

and your grace flows
as our bodies find a way,

ignites us boldly
as night's cover lets us play;

then we become one
under night-time's canopy,

with a whip of wonder
that sets our spirits, free;

lending credence to
that pure magic that we feel,

and I remember
to embrace, and cherish moments that are real.