Saturday, November 4, 2017

We danced in starlight...

Summer memories
(26 July 2017)

Starlight. We are dancing in starlight.
I have never danced before.
I do not know how to dance. But he does. 
He does and he's sharing that with me.
Me. Why me?

The sand glistens beneath our feet and the skies twinkle above us.
A thousand whispers and a thousand secrets.
Secrets never heard.

Waves. The sound of the gentle waves reaches my ears.
I can hear nothing else.
Crisp salt air fills my nostrils.
I can smell nothing else.
His arm is around me. He is holding my hand.
I forget the cold piercing my skin.
The world is ours tonight. No one else exists. It is only me and him.
This night was made for us. 
The universe shifts slightly to correspond with our every movement
and our every thought.
Our dreams. Our ambitions. Our hopes. Our desires.
Everything becomes surreal. Nothing is real.
Am I dreaming?

I watch our feet. Every move, every step.
I observe everything.
I see the lights appear on the sand.
It is magical.
They quickly appear and begin to form a pattern around us.
They are gone.
They have faded away.
The stars too ripple around our wet feet.
What are they? Where did they come from?
They are beautiful.

I look up. I look into his eyes.
I realize I have been smiling. He is smiling too.
I feel nervous.
I look down. I wish for this moment never to end.
It is special. It is magical.
It ends.

Yours truly,


  1. Very sweet poem... It was an magical summer with your help.

    1. Thank you Catherine. It's great being back, but it sure isn't the same..