Sunday, December 1, 2013

UNFINISHED DREAM

 
 
I would not dance with Cliff:
I felt awkward, while
Cliff was grace personified.
 
Now, so many years later,
All alone,
I close my eyes,
And, hearing
 The Blue Danube Waltz,
I see myself with Cliff,
In a bright Viennese ballroom,
 
Cliff, so fine in his tuxedo,
I, in an elegant, billowing gown;
We are dancing.
 
And I let the tears fall.
 

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