There is a haunting stillness
hanging in the air this magic night
broken only by the soulful rhythm
of tiny wavelets on the sand
and the faintest, muted whisper
of a barely present breeze.

Above, the moon drifts lazily
in the endless, darkened sky,
turning tides upon the shore
on the sand under my feet;
casting spells where e’re it shines,
and bewitching lovers in the night.

It tugs upon the heartstrings
and beckons all to follow
across a path of glimmering silver
lain out upon a sapphire pool,
as coyly it entices wispy clouds
into a game of hard to get.

Like a siren drawing sailors in
it plays a romantic song
strummed on strings of gossamer
that are laced upon my heart,
and fills the air with mystery
on this enchanted night.