They belong to me, those eyes of blue glass.
Together we lay beneath the stars and trees
On pillows of moss, fingers intertwined
We share a single heartbeat.
Her hair splays across fallen leaves
Pale cheeks frozen in the night air
A smile on my lips as I reminisce
Thinking of her
When I’ve had my fill of memory I stand to leave.
She does not stir, but remains asleep
Beneath the stars and trees
And with me goes our heartbeat.