drunk on moonbeams

I was dreaming that snow was falling from the night sky as patches of moonbeams squeezed through the brakes in the clouds. She was there…and I just remember the moment being so perfect…how it was made for the silver screen. I remember clasping my hand over my heart to my chest and expelling all my feelings about her into the air. She would just give me this all knowing look…and touch my face softly with the back of her hand as our eyelashes caught the flakes of snow. For an instant our eyelashes looked like black fingers encrusted with jewelry until the heat of our breaths rob the fingers of their luster.