Midnight waltz

"midnight waltz"

By m.paolo macariola

we once again take part

in this hopeless dance

ascending and descending

endless stairways

of heartbeats

and in-betweens,

we lose shadows,

shapeless

like the waning clock

striking towards dawn.

above us,

ogling stars bury

themselves behind clouds,

our hands dig up flesh.

we chase gasping echoes

with hushed whispers,

our bodies imitate waterfalls,

water against water,

spiraling into chambers of circles

that outline our

perfect waltz.

slowly we push for

the final steps,

breaking the last shards

of moonlight,

drowning out heaven

with the last treble of waterfalls,

we catch the last fragments

of darkness with

our fingertips,

and grasp the true meaning

of dawn.