May I sit with you tonight

May we sit touching hands tonight
to talk to the moon and starlight?
Please wrap yourself against the cold
sometimes our stories are long to tell;
we may become lost in the sounds of words.
We are not so old, but blessed and bold
and know to ignore the rusty tinkle of time.
Our hearts know the movements of the moon.
I am warmed if you are home before noon;
Please bring the blanket of pink flowers.