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.