Moving over a long road.
To a destination far away hidden.
The chill of coming November.
Unable to affect the warmth inside.
Flowing music getting heady.
Spells in the air, under the October moon's azure blur.
The moon shines brightly over the wet grass.
As a pair of eyes watch with warmth, enamoured by the other.
A kiss in the blissful night.
The softness and fondness in the embrace.
Multitudes of colours formed spontaneously.
As the road back home, more pleasant than before.
Acceptance past midnight.
The limits of joy unknown.
Befuddled mind, yet ecstatic all the same.
As the voices in the night carry on.
Two days later, the voices see each other.
A token of love is shown.
As music fills up candle-lit November's air.
Warmth wells up again, now its source well known.
PS. Tokens can even be from the other side!