Dancing With Sinatra
Exchanging glances, but not a word
We were strangers, from two different worlds
Most everyone, had left the room
to gather things, ..to say farewells...
The hour late, and music played
old sleepy ballads, softer,... smoother
The D J's voice had come and gone,
but, distant voices, laughing,... ringing
Piano notes were lingering.....
One saxophone had carried on
You didn't ask, just took my hand
and above us, as if our spirits wound
us tight within Sinatra's song
The stroke of midnight's tolling done
While one by one, folks drifted home...
Just a few of us, to dance the floor
All sense of time had halted course...
With shoes kicked off, and jackets hung
We couldn't bear the evening's end
I kept my head against your chest
as if a home that I could trust
The final dance would soon begin
The music stopped, but we did not
We couldn't break our tight embrace
We couldn't tear ourselves apart
And while we danced in pale moonlight
Our eyes were closed, you kissed my face
In this, our own, enchanted place
You held me close, we danced alone
The night was ours to keep and own
Though not a word between us formed
One lonely sax, had filled the room
The one who sang, has come and gone
But love songs linger,....on and on
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For the Contest "At A Glance" Sponsored By Jared Pickett
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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