In the quiet solitude of midnight,
Bare footsteps tread softly on rose petals.
She carried a bouquet of baby’s breath
To keep her fingers from trembling.
It was the twilight before winter began,
That started her first dancing lesson.
Like soft silk she stepped into his arms
As a crown of snowdrops feathered them.
Under the chandelier of moonlight and stars,
They swayed to the music of whispered laughs.
Her two left feet guided almost weightless
By the confident signals of his eyes and mouth.
Losing track of time as the moon traversed west,
They spoke of lifetimes and memories and silence.
Impending rays of dawn brought incomplete farewell
Of the rare kind when strangers in love bid goodbyes.
Some moments to cherish 🙂