Night Magic

You and I strolled the path
gliding thru the best of vision
pleasured by all of the images
caused our hearts a collision.

Surrounded by likes of rose
hyacinth or cypress tree
lined the path and posed
as standards of royalty.

Under gold and yellow sky
prefer to call it destiny's roll
stunning, the sights of the eye
a most lovely deliberate stroll.

Nothing more might be touching
as our foray, seems a bit pelagic
knowing how I shall be clutching
and loving you neath "Night Magic."

Del Cano 2004 June