Some nights don’t ask your name.

They just pull you into the streetlight and dare you to feel something again.

Two strangers. One moon.

And a dance you only remember when the world finally goes quiet

A streak of silver 
Sparkles in the eye 
Of a gentleman 
Happening to pass by 
The sound of steps 
Turn from thumps into clacks 
As a horse arrives 
Elaborate carriage on back. 
 
In the eerie night glow 
A shadow is seen 
The gentleman admires her figure 
With a curious lean 
Outward he reaches 
Crossing the street 
Introducing himself 
At this cobblestone corner, they meet. 
 
No words are spoken 
Jazz echoes in the distance 
A familiar growing bond 
Comes ever so instant 
Their eyes 
Connect in a glance 
Pulling tightly together 
The two begin to dance. 
 
Moving in unity 
Though strangers they seem 
To anyone else traveling 
Under the shining moon's beam 
They move side to side 
All through the night 
Only in dreams 
exists such a sight. 
 
The music, it plays 
Until sadly they must part 
Drifting back to strangers 

They slowly start 
Still in their dreams 
There's always a chance 
To lovingly revisit 
The cobblestone dance.