That
Eve
We trailed
Upstream where
The fireflies were
Fireworks in the new moonlight
And the riverbank shimmered its reflection to us
Water lapping at the shoreline
We sat unafraid
Yet nervous
As some
Thing
Changed
Changed
Beneath
The scent of
Sweet honeysuckle
Wafting in the indigo skies
Where something that was once lukewarm in the sultry day
Became more in the soft nightfall
And with one sweet look
You and I
Were now
An
Us
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Written for today’s
Real Toads: Compound Word Edition
National Poetry Writing Month 2016 – Day 6
Today’s form adds up to the Fibonacci Spiral
Raivenne-lations 
Fireflies as fireworks = fantastic.
This is amazing! I love the pattern and the poetry takes me to a summer day in my life years ago.
A beautiful and accomplished use of this form!
Sweet honeysuckle
Wafting in the indigo skies
Lovely!!
Magic!
Love your use of Fibonacci for such wonderful merging.
This looks so elegant on the screen-page. Such touching sentiments.