The First Sweet Waltz

Shadows from the trees are falling. Softly on the window's glass. In the meadow

music's calling. Waltz begins upon the grass. Tiny hands reach out so gently.

Finding mine with tender grace. Flaxen hair flows light and freely. As you hurry

to my place. And we start our first sweet waltzing. In your life,

the very first. In your eyes a shy light glowing. Innocence so pure

it bursts. I've danced many times before this. First one I can't even trace.

But your hair against my cheek now. Smells of fields in summer's haze.

Time will pass and in some evening. Someone else will bow to you.