The sun did melt into the sea
Under a cranberry sky,
And left ‘neath stars just you and me
With a silvery moon a high.
The waves soon danced with tinsel tops
On the deep and purpled blue,
A gloaming cloak around us dropped
And chilled us through and through.
But arm in arm we cozied warm
And mourned the passing sun,
Of scenes like this is sweet love born
Where yearning hearts form one.
Now oft when lost in quiet thought
I see the sky that day
And all the joy its magic wrought,
That moment by the bay.
I see that love plays but a part
In still much grander schemes,
Celestial forces draw true hearts
Along a path of dreams.
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