MAKING LOVE

The ghost came across beauty on the slopes of Ooty,
it must have been a zephyr that belonged to you and me,
full of magic and mystery that transgressed shadows,
reached a peak of ehereal mist, then highs and lows.

The music of Chopin played out on a soft afternoon,
that continued thro' evening under a watching moon,
blues, purples and greys danced along chasing a song,
the river glistened and said that lovers couldn't be wrong.

We came upon a midnight time that paused forever,
flew thro' windows and doors in land of never never;,
all the sprites formed a circle around us and danced,
called lights of the past then smiled as they advanced.

Dawn brought gradual lght which was suitable for a lover,
then made you realise that our love would last forever.