Shimmer cascade fountains
Those sparkling lights…
Thos top quality laughs…
As, across cool lawn, guests
Parade in their swanky dresses.
Here, a string quartet
Plays a haunting, faded melody,
Distant echo of a long-gone era;
Of tuxedos, ball gowns, and
Curious nocturnal machines.
Pain is an indicator
And over there, dangerous swing,
Played by a big band we knew
From those affluent, distant days
(When roses faded only slowly,
Like my love for you)
Is in the air again, a weeping wound.
Illustration Nick Victor