Trance

Stepping softly on a cobbled beach,
Sun within reach,
She whispers like owls in moonlight,
Want to spend the night here?

Fever rising against a former gloom,
Watching her conquer the cold shade of moon,
Wild locks burn bright under the timid light,
Her gaze too much this time.

In her eyes,
I see all fear long gone through a passage of hasty demise,
I see her heart thrown into her glance,
The birth of romance.

Stepping softly on a cobbled beach,
Sun within reach,
And she whispers like owls in moonlight,
Want to spend the night here?