You took me here on our first night.
Hand in hand
we walked the star-lit streets
of Bass Harbor.
The beam of the flashlight
bouncing ahead of us.
Past the lighthouse
and the Harbor walk,
through towering pines
to the opening, vacant of trees.
Only the rocky beach to divide
sea from pond.
We stood listening to the waves.
The almost-full moon,
a spot light upon us.
I saw my very first shooting star
here.
Traveling off to new
wishes.
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