The Hike - Poem by Eduardo Torres
All week we've been waiting
waiting to finally see the sunset together
shooting stars, the moon, everything.
We drive off counting the hours
left before the sun comes down,
before the blue sky turns orange
orange turns into black with little white dots
known as stars, and one big white dot known as the moon
We unload start heading up the hill
leaving red dirt trails behind us
and memories ahead of us
As we walk up we notice
hearing birds chirping,
listening to the creek whistle
trees leaning towards us
leafs rumbling as the wind blows
We arrive to the top of the hill
with a scene of beauty that gives us the chills,
we find a rock
sit on it
stare out into the mellow orange sunset,
cuddling up with a warm sensation
As the sun sets
I stand in front of you
the moon is rising
the moon light is glistening your eyes making them stand out
with beautiful written all over you
As you stand up
we both look towards the moon
stare at it
like if there was no tomorrow.
A shooting star catches our eyes
I ask you to make a wish
and you tell me something I will never forget
'My wish has already come true
your with me
I love you.'
I stood there with my heart exploding with joy and
'I love you to.'
A tear of joy came pouring down my cheek
as i approach for the first kiss
a wave of shooting stars come swarming in
the first kiss is made
with a white sky above us.
This was a hike to remember.
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