A stateside manor
Rests upon debutante halls
A waltz is in order
Under full moon's cascading claw
A grip takes over
Such as the nightingale's hark
Uncounted iris' focus
Adjusting the dark
There is an arching sensation
Thorough through spine
Forever are thoughts
Lost in the time
A count numbered step
With gaze upon the watch
Until awe inspiration
Guides from the stock
Coupling off
The partners in crime
The ballroom is set
Moon waltz sublime
Keep your mind intertwined
With carrying feet
Masquerading through cloister
With smile indiscreet
In this gala event
There lands close a dove
With peace it's intention
Downing feathers of love
Rising above to the heaven's
Transferring sweet passion
Stands a great heart of bounty
A crafted crown of compassion.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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