Inside it is cold, a cold
That blows into the ear drums
And keeps at bay
The Bach Viennese Waltz
O to be in the ballroom
To glide, demure
Clothed in exquisite attire
With you at ease on my arm
It will take a while
For the window to clear
For visibility to become visible
I am cocooned
In my executive sedan
O to be in the winter palace
To sip the sweet Martini
Toasting friends, and acquaintances
With you, dressed in silk, by my side
 |
| available here for kindle |
