.
It
was night--yes, a night
that
we shall n'er forget;
It
was night
when
my love and I first met.
We
walked through the sand dunes
hand
in hand;
Watched
the tiny creatures
scamper
through the sand.
Blue
waters sparkled,
murmured
sweet lullabies;
The
moon left trails of silver,
leading
to the skies.
We
dreamed,
made
plans in whispers,
awed
by the night;
And
wondered of our future--
stretching
out of sight.
It
was night
--Evanda
Rhea Sallinger
(copyright
1960)
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