We Fly By Moonlight

Silence hung in the air
Like the lingering pleasure
Of being kissed in our youth

Clouds drew tears
Condensed
From speed and compression

The chill of night
Threatened
But was ignored

We were alive
And living.
One with each other

One
With all
The living

Sequential-single frame multiple exposure dreamscape.

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