Tasting sky

the jet black persona of night

is in every breath

and no breath is unseen

for the frost is everywhere

including the conversation

yet our ability to

have a bout of smiles

and a very well sharpened need

to use tunnel vision

makes everything that happened

around us just background and noise

because I am transported

to a far away place where I

only wish to

see you, hear you, touch you

even the distant echo of moon

could not distract with its

wide and shining

and brightly lighting face

as my wide eyes

take you in