One, two, three…one, two, three…
Shall we feel, my beloved, the waltz of lust?
Three steps for the beauty of life,
three steps through the grace on the way,
fervour is bringing to us
the vault of heaven… three steps…
Emotions are waltzing, my beloved,
under this glorious azure,
pouring delight through violin’s spell.
A wind is dancing with us
balancing the sounds between words,
three steps for the allurement of soul,
three steps through the melody of radiance.
Under this majestic blue
the strings are playing, my beloved,
tying tenderness to charm.
Pitches and notes are embracing the floor
in a trip of sparking pirouettes,
a red is flooding the zest
flaming ardour in our eyes.
We feel the rhythm and are filled with yearning
Under this glorious sky.
© Simona Prilogan
Happy to have this poem included in one of the All Poetry Anthology, Poetry is a Mountain.