By: Christpher Arndt
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The night sky, dark blue
Clouds roll
A man stands near the willow
Eyes green, suit black
Leaves shake, wind shivers
The white moon unveils
A woman sits on a bench
Flowing gown sable
Warm Smiles
Giggles of anticipation
She stands
Runs her hand along the bench�s back
He steps casually
Shadows fall behind his face
Together they stand
Stars begin to chime
Her arm slides over his shoulder
His fingers caress the small of her back
They raise a hand to there sides
Clasp
A waltz
Serenade by the dance of the sky
They catch each others glance
Brushes a stray hair aside
Gentle
The caress of lips
Everything stops
An old man lays his baton to rest
A tear falls from his green eye
Trembling words
�Thank you gentlemen
That will be all for tonight�