A romance
Serenely I wondered past caring,
Through a room in an empty crowd,
A stairway of stars was declaring:
"This way - for all are allowed
To dream at a waltz."
Then girls with rather large noses
Appeared in a meadow in May,
They said " we can sooner smell roses"
And they blew me a make-do-day
To dream at a waltz
No questions - the answers are dancers,
Who linger not on our laps,
But waft away with their knowing,
On the scent of a perfect perhaps -
To dream at a waltz
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2012-07-21 at 17:35
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A dream at a waltz
Serenely I wondered past caring,
Through a room in an empty crowd,
A stairway of stars was declaring:
"This way - for all are allowed
To dream at a waltz."
Then girls with rather large noses
Appeared in a meadow in May,
They said " we can sooner smell roses"
And they blew me a make-do-day
To dream at a waltz
No questions - the answers are dancers,
Who linger not on our laps,
But waft away with their knowing,
On the scent of a perfect perhaps -
To dream at a waltz
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
Read 694 times
Written on 2012-07-21 at 17:35
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