I think I’m in a poem writing mood.
Springlight
Golden beams slide through double doors
Lazy notes fill the air with springtime
High voices reach the marble balcony above
Snow orbs and cobalt spheres float like doves.
Chocolate flows like river swift
Trumpets blow and strings sing
He bows and ever so gently asks
She smiles and her heart unmasks.
How long the night!
How rich he danced!
How sweet she sang!
How their hearts rang!
Her dark hair laughed upon her head
Her coral gown softly framed her smile
Her blushing feet moved like lightning
And how her cocoa eyes glanced, brightning.
Sitting at last with comrades dear
Sharing sweets and talk alike
But now the final music trance
But now the last spring-sun dance.
Gently the waves of music issue
Tenderly does he take her arm
Softly does she touch his back
Slowly, slowly, fade to black.
Almost over is the star-wished night
Out into moon smile do friends alight
And ever drenched in spring shine rain
Do happy and weary eyes in ending, bright.
Something Weird 