The Waltz of Forgotten Dreams

The record spins, all scratched with time,
A waltz drifts out through windows wide.
Our hands, our eyes, entwine, combine,
As colors, sounds, and worlds collide.

A dance of love, a dance of loss,
A dream too sweet, it fades away.
One fleeting hour — farewell, forgive,
Or maybe step toward me today?

The people froze in their surprise,
It seemed the world itself stood still.
A whisper, touch, a fleeting sigh,
A dream that bends to longing’s will.

🎶 I loved those dreams where we would twirl,
Through fleeting months of springtime’s swirl.
It wasn’t fate, yet we must part…
And now those dreams still haunt my heart. 🎶

You are to me that fleeting spark,
A vinyl’s crackle, faint and near.
A southern night, a song of dark,
A kiss, a touch, forever dear.

Your gentle hands I can’t forget,
Those nights of passion, burning high.
A story told, then vanished fast,
A fairy tale that passed me by.

The years have flown, the waltz grown dim,
Your smile, your eyes, a blurred perfume.
No day returns, no fleeting breath,
No laugh, no words, lost in the gloom.

🎶 I loved those dreams where we would twirl,
Through fleeting months of springtime’s swirl.
It wasn’t fate, yet we must part…
And now those dreams still haunt my heart. 🎶