The night was indigo blue and the stars shone silver bright; the moon was a dish of cream and she was the cat. He stood next to her, his arms wrapped around her, and she leaned against him, testing his balance. It held. She drank deeply of this moment, knowing that she would keep it close forever.
Not a single star fell from the sky that night; they held their places while the earth spun, far, far below.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, iolite. Hand fabricated beads, chain and clasp.