Under the May Moonlight

a “fantasy-waltz” style song that interweaves the elegant mood of the May 1977 with the personal histories and fates of those involved—

(Helga, age thirty-two, once a model from across the sea,
Gowned in sheer diplomacy—her elegance the key.)

Chorus
Under the May moonlight,
Friendship and power entwine;
Where smiles can shift a nation’s course,
And whispered hopes can shine.
Beneath the gilded arches,
New love and legends bloom—
A fantasy of hearts at play
In Washington’s soft perfume.

Verse 2
Alejandro Orfila—at fifty-two,
The OAS’ guiding hand,
His eyes upon his Helga’s grace,
Their vows sealed in wedding bands.
Their love affair a tapestry
Of culture, style, and art—
He, a diplomat of worldly sense,
She, a muse who won his heart.

(Later, in California sun,
Their vineyard dream took flight;
He passed on at ninety-six,
But their story still burns bright.)

Bridge
Edward Brooke, at fifty-seven,
Joined the swirl of chiffon and lace—
A groundbreaking senator,
A statesman draped in calm embrace.
First African American by popular vote,
From Massachusetts he rose,
Navigating personal storms with poise,
Yet dazzling wherever he goes.

(He left the Senate in ‘79,
Earned the Medal of Freedom’s glow,
Passed at ninety-five in 2015—
Still revered for deeds we know.)

Chorus
Under the May moonlight,
Power and passion unite;
Where dance floors host diplomacy,
And starlight gifts insight.
In swirling tunes of disco’s dawn,
While Star Wars soared so high,
Washington glides gracefully,
Beyond the broader sky.

Verse 3
Mandy and Betty Lou Oarsman—
Their gala was a living stage,
For whispered deals and gilded ties,
Where grace eclipsed the page.
Amid the reels of roller-skates
And blossoming hip-hop beats,
DC’s gentle hush of influence
Flowed through these polished suites.

Final Chorus (Reprise)
Under the May moonlight,
A city’s stories converge;
Where Helga’s chiffon, Brooke’s bright smile,
And hearts in waltzes merge.
The Orfilas’ grand romance weaves
A future shaped with wine;
And though the world shifts all around,
Their spark will ever shine.

Outro
So raise a glass to evenings past,
Where courtesy and charm hold sway,
When politics and ballrooms danced
At dusk on that fateful day.
In Washington’s hush of power,
We see how ties are spun:
Through love, through grace, through unity—
A new tomorrow has begun

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Verse 1 Under chandeliers in Washington, Where secrets swirl with wine, Betty Lou and Mandy Oarsman Set the stage for hearts to shine. The year was nineteen seventy-seven, In a town of guarded grace, Where Helga spins in satin shoes— A German rose in a storied place. (Helga, age thirty-two, once a model from across the sea, Gowned in sheer diplomacy—her elegance the key.) Chorus Under the May moonlight, Friendship and power entwine; Where smiles can shift a nation’s course, And whispered hopes can shine. Beneath the gilded arches, New love and legends bloom— A fantasy of hearts at play In Washington’s soft perfume. Verse 2 Alejandro Orfila—at fifty-two, The OAS’ guiding hand, His eyes upon his Helga’s grace, Their vows sealed in wedding bands. Their love affair a tapestry Of culture, style, and art— He, a diplomat of worldly sense, She, a muse who won his heart. (Later, in California sun, Their vineyard dream took flight; He passed on at ninety-six, But their story still burns bright.) Bridge Edward Brooke, at fifty-seven, Joined the swirl of chiffon and lace— A groundbreaking senator, A statesman draped in calm embrace. First African American by popular vote, From Massachusetts he rose, Navigating personal storms with poise, Yet dazzling wherever he goes. (He left the Senate in ‘79, Earned the Medal of Freedom’s glow, Passed at ninety-five in 2015— Still revered for deeds we know.) Chorus Under the May moonlight, Power and passion unite; Where dance floors host diplomacy, And starlight gifts insight. In swirling tunes of disco’s dawn, While Star Wars soared so high, Washington glides gracefully, Beyond the broader sky. Verse 3 Mandy and Betty Lou Oarsman— Their gala was a living stage, For whispered deals and gilded ties, Where grace eclipsed the page. Amid the reels of roller-skates And blossoming hip-hop beats, DC’s gentle hush of influence Flowed through these polished suites. Final Chorus (Reprise) Under the May moonlight, A city’s stories converge; Where Helga’s chiffon, Brooke’s bright smile, And hearts in waltzes merge. The Orfilas’ grand romance weaves A future shaped with wine; And though the world shifts all around, Their spark will ever shine. Outro So raise a glass to evenings past, Where courtesy and charm hold sway, When politics and ballrooms danced At dusk on that fateful day. In Washington’s hush of power, We see how ties are spun: Through love, through grace, through unity— A new tomorrow has begun

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