Landing On The Moon Poem by Poet Dragon

Love is not something that
happens to everyone.
Not like this.
Like the smell of pine trees
the light of the stars
The feel of falling,
of flying
with the wind all around
and lost in a symphony of
sound
Blessings left and right
giving up remnants of the long
night
Awakened by a sunset
a star rising and
everything is beautiful
More beautiful than ever
like this heartbeat
could be the last and
that's okay.
Love like,
landing on the moon.