Midnight Stroll

In the silent hours, we talked When the stars lit the sky And the lake mirrored the moon We talked of the things that were Of the things that would be Our eyes had the starlight Visions blazed our minds Nerves soothed by soft murmurs Like free spirits we roamed From imagination to imagination Measured steps down the pathway A hand in hand bliss The seldom brush of a hesitant breeze An accompaniment to the tenderness That played inside our hearts We were together, untainted by doubts Like travelers on a rough road Strung tight on a rope So were we, inseparable In the breezy calm Under the darkened sky Far from the madness of the day When life pulls you to its turmoil And you long for the quiet of a midnight stroll.