Love's Orchestra

Once when November felt like spring,
when winter soared with summer’s wings,
while whispers passed from eye to eye
all time stood still while whirling by.

The setting sun played violin
while sparks exploded deep within
and nightfall played orchestral tunes
underneath the saxophone moon.

We danced the tango on the stars
to music played within our hearts.
Two souls entwined, one voice to sing,
the night November felt like spring.


                                 february 2003