the sky is crystal clear this time of the year.

sit here with me, let's watch the deers.

we can enjoy the atmosphere over a couple of beers.

stay near. whisper in my ear things you hold dear,

i'll be there to wipe your tears.

you won't disappear if you spell out your fear.

set up a campsite.

we'll lay there until midnight,

under the dancing northern light, where the willow resides,

staring up at the numerous streaks of meteorites,

searching for satellites amongst the starlight.

our fingertips are frostbite, but we pretend to be alright

in spite of zero degree fahrenheit.

we'll kiss each other slow,

our shadows burrow deep within the green meadows,

hidden amongst wild marigolds and roses.

tug me up to my elbows. take off your clothes.

we don't have to make a show.

i'll hollow out your sorrow,

make you forget there is tomorrow.

and in the afterglow, i'll hold you close until our bodies are cold.