Valse Triste
VALSE TRISTE
It’s gotten in my head,
Found some deep, neutral place
(One-2-3, One-2-3, One-2-3)
This haunting, illusive waltz I chase,
(Was it in a flick? I don’t know)
Its rhythm, theme like spreading indigo
She was dancing with others,
So many, many others.
I thought she looked my way just once
Oh, that sham of romance! –
Like thrown, cold, wrinkled satin –
That contrived, artful glance
She might have been beautiful
I cannot recall, though
Others have claimed her so
Yes. We two blend together, rhyme,
Wing footed as that valse indigo,
Duo in three quarter time
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2014
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