Open Sky

The moon dripped silver, the night hummed low

When he rolled into town with nowhere to go

Ink on his arms, a six-string slung tight

His grin whispered danger—and she knew it felt right

Her diamonds and pearls weighed heavy and cold

While his wild heart beat with stories untold

He whispered, "Stay, and you'll rust in chains"

And the spark in her chest lit wild like flames

She left her name where the past can't pry

Traded silk sheets for an open sky