She stood on her terrace,
Deep in thought as she looked around her.
The pleasant breeze swept past her, the cool air filling her as she inhaled.
It was the time of festivities, with lights everywhere.

The wind lifted her hair, it made her smile.
Her mind at peace, she looked above,
The sky was black with only a few stars shimmering.
The black night held her in its awe.

The darkness above and the lights below,
And she between it all.
She separated the two worlds, one of light and revelry
The other of darkness and calm.

It was at this time that He came,
His presence brought a smile to her face.
His feelings for the night were the same as hers,
He looked around and felt the magic of the night engulf him.

He was on his terrace too,
Mystified by the night.
They didn't say much as they took in the night,
Their minds filled with a thousand silent words.

That night was a memorable one,
The bliss unforgettable.
The pains of the world left behind,
This night, the perfect emancipation.

This poem is dedicated to DJ, without whom this poem would not have been written.

C'est merveilleux

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