he takes me down to the darkened lake at night,
to watch the moon light dance across the waters surface
the glicerning rais slip,spin,swurl and spiral on ever little water ripple.
we sit at the peir, hand in hand.
the summer breeze moves the long slender stems of the willow tree.
the moon in full and silver
fireflys nip the water for a drikn then grasp onto a branch,
leans colse to me and whispers in my ear,"look at the sky."
my eyes drift from lake to sky,
it's a clear night and all the stars can be seen,
it's a the perfect night with the perfect boy.
the night is coming to an end, the water is still, our eyes are weak, the moon dance has come to a colse,
he walks me home, up to the door
i thank him for a perfect night and and place a kiss upon his cheak.
i step in side and watch him dissapear down the street.
that night i dream of moon dance
