The Dark and Cool

The dark and cool,
Most certainly an ancient guise
With which this night is swathed,
Can only bring into view my yearning to be with you.

And to gaze into the heavens
With sound judgment and assurance
That these stars were given for us
And this hand warming yours
Was given for you.

And then, as though I’ve been suddenly awakened,
I recognize the heavens into which I’ve been gazing
And wondering of the beauty and the glory within.

‘Twas your eyes.