The silver shadows,
of a moon so pretty
lies in waters, still
echoes heard,dark mists.

On a pier,I lie
eying the stars
the river, lulling me
into a soft,dreary daze.

Music in my soul,dizzy
guitars strummed,songs hummed,
I met a stranger, mysterious
who makes me delirious.

My heart mumbles softly
each night,before dawn
goodnight,my sweet friend,
and today is not the end.