When in an evening street lights allow the music
to play while sweet dusting,
I am involved, letting a medley of winter response
blanket my world, set a tone
on and on and on my eyes breeze in song.
If in a melancholy shadow though smitten in time,
such a lovely visual might allow a quiet delight.
Tonight though recall simple beauty, that fresh
reminder of love, her eyes will share the same song
in miles away or near where the skies
do have a rhapsody in mind
for now passion dance in cascade rhythm
There’s a jazzy flavor of Miles Davis slow,
a methodical dreamland tonight is surreal snow
Remind me again why such soft matters do caress
my mind to feel her elegance, to now again hold
song in a certainty in a candlelit arena of fantasy.
Oh to be so near to know our presence is desire
we share delight of wintry night a sweet overture.