Warm lights and soft smiles waltz in these halls tonight,
Remembering the ghosts of revelers past:
Dim figures who embrace each other
Tightly, lightly, as they circle spritely,
Spin, and flash in pairs.
A melancholy settles like a fine dust
On the finery fading year after year
And moments not recalled, yet embalmed
In reels found, unwound, filled with sounds
Of mirth, and wit wasted.
The dancers’ presence lights up the vibrant hall,
With merriment and movement free of memory,
Technicolor dreamers, sad for those
Who depart, dart, straight to our hearts, yet
Laughing since they lived, and will again.