Flashing lights and blaring music,
Tapping feet and smoky air
The first step, the first dance
Everything fell into a trance.
Words unspoken, their eyes met
With a fixed gaze, the lady he led
Hand in hand swaying to the beat
Every step, turning up the heat.
Her heart skipped a beat
With every swirl and twirl
He could smell her hair
And she his sweet cologne…
A short moment but a magical one
The first dance, so special and true.
ted with bare trees on either side.
The babbling brook gurgles on,
Churning the leaves of the past.
An end to a year of blooming beauty,
Until that time the sun stays long.
When I sat down to write a poem,
I was at a loss for words.
Wondering and wondering what to write
Fiction, facts, feelings or prose?
When I sat down to write a poem,
Thoughts in my head began to churn
Then words began to flow as I penned,
Something new as it soon unfurled.
So here it is, another of my works,
Of the time I sat down to write a poem
Its past midnight and I got out of bed,
To put down the thoughts swimming in my head!!
To expect or not is an impending thought,
That dwells deep in the realms of the heart.
The measure of which is an improbable task,
Is it more or less, is the question to ask.
Expectations arise from feelings within
They can’t be judged as they remain hidden.
Until such time they are expressed,
The mind is in a whirl, and the heart is stressed.
Spoken or implied they mean the same.
Give and take is the name of the game.
It hurts for some when they aren’t met,
To not expect is your best bet!
First love is true love,
Made in the heavens up above
Sweet nothings and bear hugs,
Give the heart strings a tug
Talking into the long hours of the night,
Make everything seem so alright
Secret and unplanned getaways
Time flies in a flash…lovely days
Stolen glances, meaningful whispers
Life is a bed of roses!
Memories so sweet and joyous
