The Night of the Dance

The memory, of old, returns again and tiptoes in like summer rain..... If I close my eyes, I can feel the night that wraps me close, beneath the stars There were sounds of laughter all around And crowds were milling all about A saxophone was softly speaking and Sinatra's voice was crooning, ...pleasing For with a midnight tolling near One by one, they drifted home... Just a few of us, to dance the floor All sense of time had halted course... With shoes kicked off, and jackets hung We couldn't bear the evening's end Cheek to cheek with you that night The last sweet dance would soon begin The music stopped, but we did not We couldn't break our tight embrace We couldn't tear ourselves apart And while we danced in pale moonlight Our eyes were closed, you kissed my face This was our own, enchanted place You held me close, we danced alone The night was ours to keep....our own Though not a sound at all we heard The lonely saxophone droned a tune The record of Old Blue Eyes crooned The music had no end