Moondance

It had been a blind date…a date that both of them had to be cajoled to go through with…and it was, when all was said and done, magical.

They had smiled tentatively when they first met…sizing each other up in the warm light of a quiet Mexican café…and then they had started to talk.

And their talk became like jazz…sweet and soulful and soaring, blending together and slipping apart and blending together into something new and enticing.

And their smiles became like dawn’s light…bright and open, welcoming and hopeful with just a wee bit of wistful, time-worn wariness.

And the world fell away and the time crept along and flew by…bending and singing like magic…like jazz…like sweet dawn’s light.

And in the night they walked…talking about everything and talking about nothing at…walked until they were at the beach…windswept and set quietly aglow by the golden light of the bright full moon. And, with out needing to say a word to each other, they flowed together and danced…the wind and the surf played heavenly music and they danced in the salty air and on the cool blanket of sand.

And it was like magic.

And it was like jazz.

And it was like dawn’s light in the golden light of a bright lover’s moon.

They both started humming the song that came into their hearts at the exact same moment and they stopped and laughed. And then they shared what they hoped...in both their hearts of heart...would be the first of a million kisses.

And then they started to dance again.

It was a marvelous night…for possible new love…for magic…for jazz…and dawn’s light and moonlight.

It was a marvelous night for a moondance.

- thanks and apologies to VM -