It feels good to write again

"We move forward in search of new adventures, but don't forget the past."

"Don't dwell," distant relations implore.

Moonlight strikes your eyes with effervescent passion. Your hand in mine, we're at war with ourselves again.

"I am here to fill the spaces between your fingers. Weren't you aware?"

Dawn approaches in it's own way. Singular is the universe in it's eye.

"Yield, almighty moon. We await your..."

We kiss again in the moonlight. Static electricity, or some other kind, erupts.

"You will remain."