Attic Dance

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I hear them often, though I hesitate to tell

Darkness comes and the rhythms begin

Faintly filling the air with a joyful noise

Floorboards creak and shift in pattern

From front to back and side to side

A woman’s giggle, or his hearty laugh

Find their way to my ears at night

 

I close my eyes and I smile wide

I picture what I have seen only once

A vision so darkly, and vividly romantic

What others so blindly fail to see

 

Was a night like this I was beckoned

By the sounds of bliss from above

I braved the steps to the room upstairs

To find a reason for this noise to be

 

Door cracked open and in plain view

A Mr. and Mrs. dressed to the nines

Gliding and swaying along the floor

While music from a long ago time

Crackled from the antique Victrola

 

Why I have been so privileged

To behold a spirit of enchantment

So chilling, yet heartwarming

I hope to someday understand

But for now, I just settle in

Listen for the music to start

And contentedly find slumber

With a peaceful, knowing smile