Winged: A happier note

Of nights as these,

I crave to debate the count of stars,

To hear the warmth when you say:-

The moon is our witness,

To be human,

To hurt,

To forgive,

To try,

Maybe hurt again,

Or,

Maybe bloom,

In our spring.

Of moments as now,

I seek you in the promises:-

That bound us;-

Safe.