I remember the Moon over the bay, at Sanibel
When we walked its golden sands, hand in hand
The colored lights of Fort Meyers shown like gems for us,
Across the mystic waters,
The orange Moon in its perfection, smiling down upon us
As we tread on the soft sands, through the gentle breeze
Our new love soaring on that special night
Two poets, two friends, walking out toward the sea,
The crystal waters reflecting the fire of burning Luna
Deep truths we shared that night, by those glistening waters
And our love, eternal
Your laughter drifting, I recall, across the midnight bay
O what I'd give to join you now, on that magic beach,
So long ago, so far away, in distant memories...
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