Central Park in Fall

I sat up high, watching. Seeing everything from above.
You hit play as you sipped on that bitter drink.
The one that made you see fuzzy and speak silly things.
You spun and twirled with one hand waving free.
With the other, you firmly clutched the bottle.
You clumsily put the drink down and stopped.
You looked up at me,
                paused,
         and smiled.
You stuck out your palm
asking for mine in return.
You grabbed hold of my hand, and ever-so gently pulled me down.
My feet hit the floor and we effortlessly laughed
       and turned
           and danced
        and sang
as Wayne Newton softly coaxed us on.


Danke Schoen.
For all the moments we've shared.


             Especially this one.

* Danke Schoen - Wayne Newton