All is quiet amidst the black.
Starlight against a velvet ink'd canvas.
The wind is gentle and warm.

But not so warm that the bugs are eating us alive.

Now that's a setting for romance if I ever wrote one! 

let’s dance in the starlight
like dragonflies threading
among the water-lilies
on crystal waters
under darkened skies
‘till we slip amorously
into a shadowy glade
wrapped in blue silence;
hemmed in by cicadas
we pour out our love
upon the delighted earth