A Night of splendor.
A night of bliss.
Oh, if all nights could be like this.
The dresses floating; can't they stay?
And all the world just fades away.
Prancing, fancying and all dancing.
How lovely a sight, swirling in consent delight.
Joy upon a glittering smile.
Sweet upon a heated brow.
No harsh words here are needed.
All is happy, at least for now.
In the cool and gentle breeze
Lovers hold and the faith's tease.
They walk hand in hand across the land.
Men wait as gals wink.
A bat of the eyes and his courage's shrinks.
Music echoes familiar tunes.
Sounds made smooth.
Thick is the air in the pitched tent.
No where can a crowd's passions vent.
The moon is the only time keeper.
And children the only sleepers.
What grace fills that place of eternal mirth.
Intensity rising like the surf.
And in a blink and in a sigh.
All the pleasure of the night begins to die.
Couples break and families leave.
Enjoyment they all had achieved.
What joy and sorrow meet.
When the sky and sun finally greet.
