Dainty birds snuggle on a steady stretching wire.
The moon wanes slow past heightened labors of a fire.
Rushing sounds around are deafened by their sighs.
Hearts weaving heavy while they peered into the sky.
They set aside woes; seeking comfort; speaking slow.
The rush of the fire sweetly burned with their desire.
Catching ends aflame to warm them as they pass.
Backs nestled in the sand they cannot help but laugh.