piper's lagoon.

i remember thinking to myself,
how lucky, how lucky we are to have this,
the night and the moon, the ocean and stars,
and the stranger across the way.
walking up, tall and slim -- the distance shielding the expression of his face
(i pictured it, rather sunken, dark hair growing grey --a dog, man's best friend, trailing alongside)
the turning of the tide, an empty page of bar lines,
ready for notes to hang off the wave's curling points.
thinking of you, and thinking of me,
thinking of those before us...
wondering all the reasons they came, how we got here.
hand on the chanter, he starts his evening song,
lungs filling with the salty air.
everything is calm, the stars shimmering on the dark blue,
applauding the presence of his being,
the moon capturing his silhouette in a perfect spotlight.
he could inspire lost ships to find their way,
and mermaids with seaweed tangled in their tresses,
to grace us with their harmony.
it was the night,
my heart loved in piper's lagoon