To be there when the moon’s rising
To hear the wind cry
And sad memories come flooding in
When I walk in a place out of time.
On a scented evening, on a still lake
At a stones throw
I watch my image take life.
Dancing on the soft earth,
Hearing sweet tunes in my ear
Of a softly lilting voice that came to a stop on a sigh
Echoing into this romantic night.
Inserting my hands in his large ones
Allowing him to lead the way.
Dancing and gliding all night through
Standing in the shadow of the moon.
We glanced towards each other
Hoping. Anticipating for something.
We wined and dined in the garden by the moonlight
With scented roses drifting on the breeze.
Suddenly the dark blanket was ripped away,
The sun shone down mischievously.
All were memories in this big room
Surrounded by reality too soon.
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