Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Butterfly Evening

I'm basking In the slow after glow of the evening.
As wisps of dance floor ghosts take their last steps around me.
We joined them for occasional songs,
Filtering in and out of their ball gowns and suits
And sat a tables that felt warm to touch.
Time sped by, taking the night with it,
And the names on the dance card became a blur,
Only occasionally pausing to reminisce on the waning night
And sparkle in the eyes and smile of a partner.
The marble floor cracked and the shards turned to dust
As I opened my eyes where I'm slumped on the couch,
And finally rise to remove my tux.
The sheets of my bed are calling me home,
I lay down there and make an attempt to succumb to sleep,
But my mind won't let the events of the evening go.