We kept our fireflies in a jar
We lie on our backs and look at the stars
A hint of wet dew is in the air
But a warm summer breeze washes through our hair
Hands hold
Like branches hanging on to leaves
Eyes close
While crickets sing us off to sleep
Now the fire dies, embers glow
The blanket stays warm, no self control
The moon hangs high, no clouds to hide
She's peeking down but we don't mind
Mouths yearn
To speak in the loudest silence heard
Our ears turn
We can hear the furthest oceans moan
Hands tight
Like branches tangled up inside
There's sunshine
We wake like birds when it's morning time