Waltz of Salt

BalticKnight
BalticKnight
Apr 13, 2010, 4:06 PM |
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I see her dancing  on the naked floor,

to the rythm of the sea outside the door.

The old familiar smile sits on her lips

and turns around when she moves her slender hips.

 

I have seen this dance so many times before,

as the stranded, lonely prisoner of war.

I search no longer for any distant ships,

to carry me away from this total eclipse.

 

(Just fiddling around - it's like doodling.)

New version, slightly tuned:

I see her dancing  the naked floor,

to rythm of waves outside the door.

The old familiar smile playing on her lips

turning when she moves her slender hips.

 

I have seen this dance many times before.

Me, a stranded prisoner of war.

In search no more for distant ships,

lost forever in this total eclipse.