What Was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age, the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged. The sound of the harmonica swept all around. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged, I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?