A Balcony Over Venice
There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside Dallas, Texas
Through a sliding glass door
A couple sits toasting to the croons of Elvis
With paper cup chalice
Upon their European back porch
Making conversation language love
Beneath candle moon blue August
The symphony inside plays, dog barks, six children snore
“May I have this dance?”
The gussied up working stiff redneck asks
To the lady he adores
On a balcony over Venice
Two lovers sway
Hand on hand kissing even more
They dream together "moon rivers"
Between skips of old worn records
Holding on to their tender years
And tighter to homespun fantasies
More alive in the Italian Texas breeze
He twirls her on forever above smiles of gondoliers
And around their linoleum ballroom floor
Little eyes appear like starlight blinking
Twinkling out with laughter
There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside of Dallas, Texas
Where a father loves a mother, a son and five daughters
Happily ever after
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
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