From The Stars

Under The Skies

Under the aesthetically moonlit sky, 
Barefoot on the soft grass. 
The grass won't tickle, and I won't lie...
I get to hold your soft hands at last.

Nothing more will I ever want, 
Than making this night our 'forever'. 
The silence is pretty, you are nonchalant,
We keep staring at the sky above, me and my lover.

Although our steps don't match,
I continue to walk with you.
But here's the catch-
If only this dream were true...