A Rhapsody


Time flows
These golden days
Of autumn.


It waltzes,
In three-four time,
The ballroom
Of my existance.


I feel
Its firm hand
Hold me,
As I lay back
Into its
Heady spin.


Upon the music,
This epoch
Unfolds against
The backdrop
Of a full orchestral.
I revel
In its
Sensual caress.


Each note
Pulls me deeper
Into its
Mystical melody.
It is surreal...
I am lost,
Deep within
The sweet refrain
Of this
Suspended time.




Liana Brittain