Steal Away Poem by Airda Jones

It is a quiet night
Perfect, wouldn’t you say
To steal each other and
Follow the moon’s way

To glistened paths of luminescence
Only tread by the few
Of night’s most famous lovers
Who lay upon nature’s fresh dew

Blades of grass to comfort
Trees to shade the glow
But a glimmer of crimson passion
Upon the face my hands know

Peaceful rest in each arm
Silence in the form of gazes
Stars the only witness to our secrecy
Along with the summer hazes

Let us sneak out now
And find the hidden treasure
That the moon has lit the way to
Our own heavenly leisure.