The dance began then. Their song was sung by the birds of the night and accompanied by the wind that rustled through the fragrant trees. A sliver of light was carved into the blackened sky by some cosmic warrior in the shape of a perfect crescent. It shone on their bodies as they swayed to a rhythm as old as time but new to this couple who had never danced to it before under a starry sky on a warm Newfoundland night.
|Dance in the moon light, walk in the rain, bask in the sun; Live!|
Carolyn R. Parsons