Counting Stars
As the fresh breeze hits,
And the waves start rising,
Underneath a clear night sky,
Away from the chaos.
There wasn’t any noise or other crowds,
Just the two of us,
And the car tucked away,
Next to the far away street light.
Our picnic spread was a classic-
We had pizza, a bottle of wine,
A box of disgusting chocolates,
And those crisps, I sometimes love.
Lying next to each other,
Holding hands and a little chatter,
And crashing waves, our music,
Counting the shimmering stars.
February 1, 2019