A beautiful tune plays on the radio and there you are , You're with me at the lake , city park , grocery store , Guided my hand when I planted our Spring garden , the song of Cardinal , Bluebird and Robin .. The blanket I hold tight in middle of night , glow in my heart , Dogwood , morning light .....Enchanting , mysterious Harvest Moon , every Butterfly that meanders in June .....My hopes , the whirl of a ballerina , the choreography of the river dancer ....With every twinkle of light in the nighttime skies , point , marvel at your sweet brown eyes ......
Copyright September 10 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved River dancer-not the dance but the way light plays on a river..