The Saxophone

A saxophone quietly sings    
can you hear it ?  
If not remember when last you heard,  
perhaps nostalgia comes to your aid.    
Was she pretty ? Was she yours ?    
 Were you hers   ...   ...Did you say ?    
You  were  young.the light shined    
Perhaps the night was young,    
always  when dreams come true    
as all dreams   ...   ...   ...    
There is nostalgia  in the wood    
tune the same ? The log empty now,    
soft moss to ease the limbs    
melodies as once you heard    
joins the birds and owl, a church bell    
tolls the hour and you answer yes she was pretty    
mine and I  hers,  night  young,    
when a dream came true,  
saxophone in the night.