Musings

The dusky summer skies
Clouds dyed in the sunset highlights,
Birds returning to their families, alive,
While distant, blurry lights shimmer with pride.
As the cool breeze runs through my auburn hair,
I smile, embraced by the arms that care,
Wrapped around the one thing that truly matters.
The hope, of holding you again,
With the hands that tremble.
yet would move mountains for you any day.