Music resonates in the air tonight.
Violins play "The Starlight Symphony;"
their notes gently hushed in sweet refrain,
while flutes enhance the cellos' harmony.
Our eyes align, though brief, to share a dream,
as our hearts beat the rhythm of the dance.
Our souls unite, eternal tempest dance,
while candles gently glow amber tonight.
We meet across a crowded room to dream,
as one, composing our own symphony.
To live eternal in our harmony.
To die in our last musical refrain.
The waltzes play in quiet, hushed refrain,
as we, silhouettes, scarcely move in dance.
Our breath is synchronized; loves harmony
and so the kiss is warm, my love, tonight.
Then moonlight drenches our sweet symphony,
while we, the desperate hearts, share one more dream.
As raging fire burns our souls, we dream.
Our eyes meet, once again, love's sweet refrain.
A burning, piercing, quiet symphony,
imploring us, besieging us, to dance.
For love enflames our hearts' desire tonight
and we, as shadows, meld in harmony.
While subtle chords, a blend in harmony,
resound exotic notes, we lovers dream.
For music bathes us in her light tonight,
in quiet, hushed, soft spiritual refrain.
As we, the silhouettes, dissolve in dance
and meld ourselves into sweet symphony.
The kiss of love; angelic symphony,
will play, forever, our song's harmony.
The beat of hearts, immortal lovers' dance,
yields fusion of the souls, for we dare dream.
To lose ourselves in one last sweet refrain.
To live or die as one, my love, tonight.
As candles slowly burn we dance our dream
and live tonight, in quiet, hushed refrain.
Our symphony of harmony and love.
Copyright © Tamara Beryl Latham | Year Posted 2018