Notes of a familiar old tune float down on me
Taking me back to on a journey to a memory
Where my feet twirled on soft tanned sand
and waves played tag when we held hands.
As the sun went to rest for the night,
an artist pulled out his brush, to dot
every inch of the neverending navy sky
with a little star;
and used a little sparkle to make it twinkle
just to provide a backdrop for the moment
you went down on one knee.
the song ends breaking my reverie;
I smile looking at you seated across from me.
Written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Journey