They danced to an old fashioned song

The romantic moon shone outside

There on the terrace of the dying

They whispered words of promise.


Once they were the King and Queen

Alive to all that life could offer

When love streamed in the summer sun

Before the sound of music was over.


Now in each others familiar arms

Cocooned within their private world

The monarchs of their destinies

Perform the waltz of times hand.


They remember the vows once taken

The closeness of youthful tender touches

The nights together towards the dawn

Both had smiles on their faces.


Written for Sunday Scribblings

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3 Responses to Waltz

  1. vidyatiru says:

    a very beautiful read.. could see the dance in the moonlight

  2. Alan that was really beautiful.
    I love the reflection of time & our place in it.
    “once they were the King & Queen
    alive to all that life could offer. “

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