Black locks, black suit, black dress, black stage, a dance;
White smile, white shirt, white flesh, a spotlight glare;
Red rose, red lips, passion with circumstance;
Four windows, three tints, two bodies, one stare:
Things I shall never forget about you;
The passion that day was all in the play,
After, improvisation, free and true,
And they will play more bolero again one day.
So while we guard the memories we share
Let us not forsake the time we have now
To make the best of time we have to spare
Mixing new and old as best as we know how
Let us make legends, my belle, and choose
Never to abandon our dancing shoes.
January 25, 2006