Last night we composed
Our own serenade,
Then danced to the tune
Orchestrally played.
Touched chords in my heart
Reached notes never heard,
As we moved to our beat
Without singing a word.
Not a step out of time
Nor a note out of tune,
The melody resounding
Throughout every room.
Our own private aria
In harmonious streams,
Led a soulful sojourn
Into Elysian dreams.
Forevermore written
It cannot be unheard,
Seductively playing
Without singing a word.
Hypnotically peaceful
Serenading my mind,
Composed with pure love
As two souls intertwined.
We played a game amongst twisted trees
Then studied the decaying river bank
And as we crouched down onto our knees
Our paper boats sailed away and sank
We rolled around the blades of grass
So fresh and pea soup green
That shone in the sun like shards of glass
It was the happiest we’d ever been
My father spotted a Heron in flight
We watched in awe as it flapped its wings
Flying gracefully away till out of sight
Indescribable is the joy it brings
Across the river some cows had broke free
As they were clambering across the stones
They were in a place where they shouldn’t be
All mooing orchestrally with brassy tones
The arching bridge rose high across the water
Like a rainbow across a darkened sky
A man made feat using bricks and mortar
The safe corridor that kept us all dry
Then it was time to head back home
Hungry but full of beans
Children along the river love to roam
Anyway, any how and by any means
The rain fell steady on the roof
While I lay awake next to her.
Her slumbered sounds while fast asleep
Had scored a midnight symphony:
Each drop of rain from heaven fell
Made sounds like strings on violins
Each tightly strung and singly tuned
Awaiting for the slightest cue.
A flash, then thunder from the clouds
Commenced the orchestrally sounds
Of euphonic respiration's
And the strings of condensation
Played for an audience of one:
Dreamy arrangements envisioned.
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