Tender is the night.
A cool breeze gently wipes
The clinging beads of sweat
Off the night’s tired brow.
You and I sit, lost in
The magic of the moment,
Under the dark boughs.
You stare into the distance
And I steal glances at you;
You think of far-off things
While I think of you.
The music flows into the fountain
And spreads across the garden,
Stirring the flowers in its wake;
Then it creeps up on you and me,
Connecting us, binding us tight,
Like a giant, mesmerizing snake.
BERYL 