A Moonlit Waltz
It had all the makings and elements of a perfect night,
From its start to the very end I wouldn’t change a thing,
After the café we journeyed down those wooden stairs with not another soul in sight,
Our taking time to skip stones on the water with a flick and a fling,
Our youthful (and perhaps fearful) response to the beach patrol,
I was lost for eternity in those eyes of yours,
Moments that needed not direction or set control,
The waves were our dancing tempo in their times of silence and uproars,
A perfect dance for a perfect night, a starlit waltz,
Images that stick in my mind of dancing into the surf, as to my legs stuck the ocean salts,
Such a serene evening, this tale come true,
A perfect night indeed, a perfect night spent with you.