Those nights we danced

were the special nights, the frantic nights,

the let-the-music-take-you nights

that whirled you on a subtle tether, tied

together but free in a soaring flock.

 

Those nights we danced

and the bass beat thrummed

our blood, compelled our feet,

at one with Stratocaster song

that all night long would drive us.

 

Those nights we danced

like puppets on elastic strings,

inhibitions cast aside, to fly

upon the wings of melody,

and boundless swathes of energy.

 

Those nights we danced

entranced with all that life could be

when magic sparked for you and me

so natural, so wild, so free

our spirits revelled in the thrill.

It has us dancing still.