~ Midnight Waltz

~ Another Dance by Midnight Moon...

~ Midnight Waltz

 

 

 

There were strange things going to happen

On the early eve of midnight moon,

Voices were heard, footsteps were felt

They lived, in this gorgeous ballroom.

 

His feet moved before hers, so she followed

Silver sound waves, they danced with grace

The dusty air, the marble floor

Hands together, their love--the space.

 

But then their faces slowly changed

Like life could be over, at any time

As darkness fell, between of them

Death called in, but it felt fine.

 

And so just with every midnight moon

They danced their waltz, until the day came in,

While music played from the gramophone

Their love was timeless, without skin.

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

This one was absolutely fascinating to me. The visualization of the ballroom was immaculate. Grand with only the midnight moon shining in, illuminating the crystals on the chandelier and perfect resonance so that music fills the entire room equally, so they can dance throughout.
And then the couple themselves morphed in my mind at your words, first young and beautiful. As their faces changed I imagined them growing older and wrinkled, still dancing as though hypnotized by the music.
And finally without skin, ghosts, still dancing away every night at midnight to their waltz.

I don't know if that is how you envisioned it, but it was gorgeous. And the rhyme and flow was also flawless.

I can't thank you enough my dear, for this beautiful review, you felt the transience of life so well through my words, yes, this is how I envisioned it, felt it, as a day like today... beautiful words, many hugs! you make me smile! -xx-

[Ashira Macy]

You are very welcome, the story in this was such a gift!

:) I'm so happy to have you by my friend! ((HUGS)) thank you so much.

[Ashira Macy]

The feeling is mutual dear! Hugs back!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this gave me a chill...and it reminded me of "Titanic"

like it was that last waltz as the ship was going down, and now they are souls at the bottom of the sea, still loving each other and still dancing that waltz.

Thank you so much jacob, I appreciate it, this one rolled out of me, by today, the national Dutch morning day -- strangely enough, it came out like this...

* I meant national Dutch "mourning" day....