Strains of Music
Soft strains of lilting music
drift quietly across the bay,
as dusk follows silently,
sunset's last dying ray.
The moon is rising swiftly,
casting her silver light,
and Venus twinkles shyly
to welcome approaching night.
A balmy evening breeze sighs,
gently brushing my face,
reminiscent of a lover's touch,
which caused my heart to race.
Sadly in the moonlight,
under the starlit sky,
I recall sad memories
and inwardly I cry.
-© J.M. Lewis March 2001-
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