The Last Waltz

The Last Waltz - a winter romance  

          

In silver hues, desire’s glow is cast

to gently charm each pretty white princess;

sweet debutantes upon a stage so vast.

The moon lies back and lets his light caress.

 

Each tiny maiden pirouettes and glides,

their dance of beauty serves to mesmerise.

Entranced, the moonlight on their surface rides,

in love’s embrace they leave the cobalt skies.

 

With perfect unity they spin and twirl,

their heightened senses hold both joy and pain,

for as they fall and let their hearts unfurl,

they know that they will never waltz again.

 

A quiet, peaceful mood transforms the night,

a lovers’ blanket cloaks the earth from sight.

 

by bluemoon (Viewed 594 times)