As the moonlight falls like rays tonight, the stars anchoring it to the earth beneath your slumber, I listen to the restless howl of the wind.

I cannot help but imagine my pointer outstretch into the inky blackness; on its way to you.

I reach you.

The unexampled print grazes downwards of your nose; earthward of your chisel.

My hand holds there for a moment so precious it stretches to eternity.

The vein of my humanity intertwines in yours; suspicion of only when the sun will rise and I will drift away.

“Until next time,” I whisper into your paralyzed ears, sealed eyes.

The strings break on the leash of the stars, bringing them with the moon.

My sacred love will rest assured, until next eventide.