The Last Dance

As the winds blow the calmness of the lawn,

The stars are twinkling on a sleeping moon.

Here you stood looking on the countless stars,

Forming in the heavens maid like scars,

Begging a miracle sign for the wish,

Knocking the airs door to grant the finish;

The sound of flowing water sweet and slow,

Trees sways gently as the leaves seems to glow.

Fireflies, insects tries to bounce and dances,

Taking memories and all the chances,

You’re dancing on the smooth and cottony cloud,

Together with the man you love aloud.

This is the time you never missed a glance

Treasuring memories of the Last Dance.