In The Midnight Sky Poem by Kathleen Weibe

In the mists of my awaking you come to me
softly and slowly with out warning
is this real of what I see?

Dancing on the clouds above
softly across the midnight sky
together; like a beautiful flying dove

Our eyes making one single connection
piercing with passion
on the water is a perfect reflection

Two bodies acting as one
gliding, sailing
pressed, intertwined
from you I never want to run

In the midnight sky I hear our favorite tune
the sweet sound of music in my head
pieces of my heart you prune

This cannot be, no more perfected
I will cherish this moment
only the beginning of what is being erected

In this exact moment in time
caught up in the rapture of you
it can be everything except for a crime.

Please I beg, never let me slip away
here in the midnight sky
we dance and in each others arms we stay.