Window Waltz

Golden light across the glass,

Soft reflections slowly pass.

Curtains move, the air will sigh,

Moments dance before goodbye.

Every breath becomes a tune,

Waltzing slow beneath the moon.

Window waltz, the day grows thin,

Shadows stretch where we have been.

Melodies of quiet time,

Turn to echoes, soft and fine.

Chairs are stacked, the coffee fades,

Dreams remain in gentle shades.

Clock hands hum, but never chase,

Every second finds its place.

Saxophone begins to cry,

Filling warmth beneath the sky.

All the light begins to lean,

In this room of tangerine.

Window waltz, we drift away,

Rhythm slows, but hearts still play.

Every sound a sweet reprise,

As dusk hums between our sighs.