Our First Waltz

. Shadows falling through the windows. In the hall the music starts.

You reach out with gentle fingers. Touching mine and warming hearts.

Soft hair dancing as you're moving. Stepping closer shy and free. And we turn

into our first waltz. First one in your memory. In your eyes,

a quiet wonder. Like a dream you just found true. I've danced many

times before this. But my first slipped out of you.

Your hair brushes on my cheek now. Carrying a summer light.

Time will pass and someone, someday, holds you just as soft tonight.