Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 29.0: December 30th, 2007

Momentary Music

by Belinda Roddie 

Across the way, we meet eyes

Only momentarily in the dimly lit restaurant,

The kind with a French name that soothes the tongue

But not the mind.

As your sight is only sided by the sun spying through windows,

You look at me in an unfiltered light

Reflected off your wine glass,

As the golden drops of the grapevine crystallize

Upon your lips,

But you don’t mind.

Momentarily, that’s all.

I let my eyes survey the tablecloth,

The chandeliers, anything

To keep away from your gaze.

But the afternoon air makes my bones feel fragile.

I raise my head one more time

To see you as nothing but a silhouette

Similar to a violinist while a concerto plays,

Hidden behind sheets of music.

Yet as I rise to leave and pay,

I will always remember

What sweet music you play.

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