74/ The glitter-ball turns

I sat in the afternoon sun;
the waves lay still
and out along the horizon
the waters shone.
Along the cliff tops, in the scented heat
small flowers,
and on the waters a sail boat.
The glitter-ball turns above the pier
in the burning light.
Music was playing,
and from over the seas
came the warm, sweet night.
The breeze never stays still.
I look into the distance,
my arm around you.