Poemastone

Upon dew-kissed blades we tread,
Shadows of the ancients dance,
In gardens where the stone is said,
To cradle whispers of romance.

Hands entwined in silver lunar light,
Burdens shed, clad only in dreams,
The heart's pulse ignites the night,
As starlight weaves eternal themes.

Through labyrinths of prickling rose,
First breaths linger in scented air,
Initiations to mysteries unclose,
Each secret shared a truth laid bare.

Across horizons soaked in gold,
Endings mark beginnings anew,
In the silence bonds of love unfold,
Drafted in stardust's gentle hue.