It is the street you see;
It is the voice you hear;
It is the bright sweep of beach on which young bodies move;
It is the mist in the evening on which this music rides;
It is the gay colors of the swishing gowns;
It is the solidity of young manhood, gold and strong.

Close your eyes, to memory keep the scene.
For in time I will ask for it to come be with us.
Now rise up. Let us dance.
In the glow of this evening,
In our passing time of perfection,
Let us dance.

© 2016