Soft guitar music fills the air, <br />with a lilting romantic tune, <br />we had never heard before. <br />Meanwhile a singer sings a song, <br />of loves first kiss, <br />and bodies entwined, <br />within their first embrace. <br /> <br />In the heavens above the moon, <br />has a smile on his face, <br />as he looks down on the lovers, <br />the stars wink, <br />and leaves rustle in the warm breeze, <br />as we walk arm in arm, <br />through the shadows of the trees. <br /> <br />The courting lane where lovers go, <br />to be on their own, <br />away from the big angry world. <br />Somewhere, where they can forget, <br />all the troubles of the day, <br />remaining and enjoying the serenity of it all, <br />locked in each other’s arms. <br /> <br />The magic time, <br />between the dark and the daylight, <br />with no faltering paths to cross, <br />no storm clouds overhead, <br />just the warm breeze to ruffle the hair, <br />and loving eyes, <br />into which to stare.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-magic-time-2/
