The Bells
At 9pm,
The bells rang
And we glanced up
Admiring the stars
Wondering where we fit in.
At 10pm,
The bells rang
And you reached for my hand,
Nodding at each other
We knew.
At 11pm
The bells rang
We lay our heads on the grass
Curling our toes around the spears.
At midnight,
We were gone.
Possibly a part of the stars.
No longer tangible.
And still the bells rang.