Stranded On the Bay, Biscayne

dare not say what brought me t this dance I find myself in, this beautiful woman in my arms like a breeze, like a watery dream I can't quite catch clear sight of...she sashays, I twirl her, she falls back, I catch her, the moon is our witness, the judge of our motion, of this relationship I find myself in here on this bank....it is not only I with whom she dances I could scarce be so foolish at my ripening age, I can smell the scent of ships, of fish, heron and bridge waiting upon her glittering flesh for me to find...but right now is the song we sway to, wave to, float to...and right now, my Bay is mine.