Your silhouette against the sky,
On a cold February night.
Giggles echoing in the darkness,
Ricocheting of the land - cascading into
nothingness.
Just you and I, as we wonder the path
orienting ourselves to the world.
In the night, the cold braces the flesh
but I couldn't care less - because
not only are you next to me,
But I can see your silhouette painted
in the tapestry, aligning with the stars.
And finally; with you next to me, I feel free