On a crisp clear night the stars
shine down harder
than on a midsummer eve.
Perhaps the chill of autumn
has reached up with it's frosty hand
to cool their heat.
Perhaps it is that they look down now
upon empty fields and seashores
all the lovers hiding inside away from the cold.
Thinking of all the tears that were cast
upon the night to show their way.
Why must love cry for them
to see what they can be?
Their beach is empty and quiet
filled only with lonliness
In the sand their prints fade away
in their hearts they burn forever.
Each going their own way
not knowing what tomorrow will bring
only certain in what it wil not.
KinkyScreams 2006©