Dream a Little Dream of Me
(Paris 2002)
Feather soft dusk.
Moon a hammock in sky, silver lining smile.
Ballroom theatrics. I remember
a music box made of brass
spinning around and around,
lost talisman, romance found.
Up in skies above the city
the sound wafts, couples abound;
cocktail hour, Martinis and moonlight
and tulle dresses. A soirée á Paris, enchanté.
White wine gold, champagne bubbles,
aerodynamic fizz of anticipatory
kisses;
the warm caress of
sunset; swagger of jazz; you lean close -
in all the years since -
the moon is swooning in a summer sky, tipsy stars
and a love story blooms like a rose
in midnight's secret garden
whispers a lullaby in night's ear.
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