Laying in warm arms
deep under the star-lit blanket
thatkept the air warm.
Sipping
on transparent wine.
Wishing for itnever to end,
for the night to carry into the day
and the next.
Being softly serenaded
by laughter from thesurrounding campfires.
Calmly snapping and crackling
A shootingstar.
Close your eyes,
make a wish, but tell no one.
Knowingit will soon end.
Feel something sweetly
caressing your lips.
A walk through the moolight never forgotten.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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