As winds arise above the sea,
As waves caress the curve of nightly coast,
It brings the softest memories to me
Of Summer Court with storm-kissed lovely hosts.

I could not say I'm sorry for what's done.
You have to trust that there has been a reason,
As something bigger than ourselves has well begun,
Though I cannot deny my own fever,

As necklace shines with feeling in my hands,
And I could not imagine better wording
For what unspoken between us remains
In sight of the upcoming worries.

I'm waiting for a meeting as you are:
You have a friend in Night with burning heart.

August 2026