A fleeting flood of passion sounds
from lovers' longing lips
displayed against a tarnished moon
a sonnet, soon eclipsed.
A lasting, languid lullaby
a mournful, solemn song
a boundless buoyant joyful cry
a weakened pulse, grown strong.
The honest ache, the merging moan
the tense taut fingertips
We find each other, far from home
as wind and water whips.
Shared silence, it is finally ours
a mirthfully magical hymn
as words cascade from shadowed showers
and bathe our hearts within.