Secret Paths Illuminated
On nights when the moon shies behind the veil,
our silhouettes dance on fractured glass,
the world an old film with a soft hiss,
and your touch holds the warmth of summer storms.
Shadow Play
A Wolf's Serenade
On nights when the moon shies behind the veil,
our silhouettes dance on fractured glass,
the world an old film with a soft hiss,
and your touch holds the warmth of summer storms.