And so we waltz,
to the rhapsody of our love.
Whilst the stars peer upon us,
watching from above.
Upon the eyes of the birds,
and the whispers of the herds.
The claws of the eagle,
in your beauty so illegal.
The clinking of our laughter,
for which applause follows after.
As synchrony dwindles in our feet,
whilst we succumb towards midnight's heat.
For our beloved audience consists,
of much empty a willowed seat.
And as a great man once said,
"let the music dance as we play."
So play on;
dear violins and pianos,
lest we be dead before we're done.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
