The Waltz
written by: Vaidehi Bhat
In the daze of the diamond chandeliers…
The piano and amidst the asleep musketeers…
Your fingers tracing my lips hushed…
For there was more music in silence, than in gold rush…
The lights dim and curtains drawn…
An after gala drowsy breaking dawn…
The wine glasses still hold the stories that midnights couldn’t finish…
But my ballad was sung in your beating heart, your embrace was my only embellish…
As I whirl, out of your arms, with your hand in mine…
Gazing you at a distance but a depth, sweet and sublime…
A Chardonnay’s whiff, the twirling sienna walls…
The inebriety of your touch, the dulcifying waltz…
An evanescent fulmination of joy, when you sweep me off my feet…
When you gently whisper our lucent golden dream…
I take a peak within that soul of yours,
For what does it matter whether it’s a perfervid kiss or a night under the realm of Sylvan stars?
