Providence

Amidst dusk, gentle fingers ink-stained pour

In a dash of yearning and a pinch of resolve.

Moon-shine o'er yonder leaves covet for more -- 

Shall it wither, it shall cast swill of hearts' dissolve.

My eyes, haze laden, keep daydreams culled and hung

Your tender gaze, in fresh-blooming love profess'd

And fields of flowering words meekly roll off tongue --

Gild each torn petal a wish; rose-tinted lovers' pledge

O, every face of this tableau lesser than none

Drawn inspiration tracing reveries ago,

And every face worn by your face is one

That takes aim, careens a heartbeat to and fro;

So amidst dusk, our moon-shine spent o'er yonder far

Per divine ordination, two promised to outlive the stars.