Waltzing
October 21, 2021
Wispy roses and golden starlight,
Crescent floors polished and shined,
Reflected moons glisten white,
A silver dream that has been intertwined.
Graceful steps fill the air,
A waltzing memory being awoken once more,
Clinking glasses and hushed voices,
Dizzying but yet divine, alone but not lorn.
A painting paints itself,
A story told but unsaid,
Remembering the unrecalled,
Noticing the unnoticeable.
Wilted roses and morning sunlight,
Red painted floors filled with dirt and grime,
A soft glow gleams into silence,
It seems we have run out of time.
For it was all an illusion,
A waltzing memory being awoken once more.