Those waltz and paused and 

preening moves

-light echo an effect-

a chime of glass on glass

and the toast to a better day somewhere



The stars tonight aglow

the passion in the song unknown

and we but two lost travellers sitting 

and viewing from outside



I won't let you go. I won't never know.



Home in the darkest hour

the fragrance of the forgotten 

flowers

we picked so long ago. 



I won't let you go. I won't never know. 



Oh how the day is always dark

before the time we 

pretend to part

standing glaring in the same empty room. 



And of you? Yes, you?

-who was before and counted as more

than mere friend? 



I won't let you go. I won't never know. 



Time rests and in the last fade of light 

like better angels to waltz

a chime of glass on glass

is sounded

and never more those things we know now

are heard again. 



I won't never know. I won't let you go. 

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 10/11/2012 08:55PM by Lennonwolf.

I like the sentiment here, LW.

Les

"A chime of glass on glass"
always that delicate sound edging toward its own fragility,
as is every attempt at intimacy between adult who long ago have passed to inviolate innocence.

thanks for coming round again Lennonwolf,

Peter

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/12/2012 02:48PM by petersz.

I too enjoyed this one. Many wonderful elements that paint a vivid picture in my mind.