Three, two, one. . .

Music starting now

The electric sky is cold tonight

Ghosts stepping out all dressed in white

The girls curtsy – the boys bow

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One, two, three. . .

The couples start to dance

The garden lit with starlight

A misty cloak of moonlight

To encase the mystic trance

–

One, two, three. . .

I see her through the dancers

Standing all alone

Swaying with a smile

She’ll watch the waltz awhile

Then walk off on her own

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Three, two, one. . .

I glimpse her gently fade

Like a vapor into ether

Through the garden gate I see her

Vanish soft upon the glade

~j.d.schofield