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
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