Bonnie

The ceilidh called
Both burning hearts
To dance beneath
The ancient pine.

He saw the light
That played against
Such sable hair,
Sweet lips of wine.

Whirling wildly.
Twirling in time.
Eyes upon eyes.
Arms within arms.

She turned her head
And cast a glance.
Moon bathed face
Aglow with smiles.

The final note
Pealed long and low.
Time stood still
To bridge the miles.

Touching tenderly.
Losing the self.
Eyes upon eyes.
One within one.

© Brandewulf 2018

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