Behind Latticed Screen....Australian Sonnet
She's lost to childhood innocence tonight,
The dancer in the pink musical box,
Her pointing feet turn slowly to the right,
A mechanism ticks like wound up clocks.
Tick! Tock! Stirs the tune of her dainty waltz,
The Blue Danube played on metallic pins,
As old memories become vague and false,
And time covers a multitude of sins.
Such beauty hid behind a latticed screen,
Her ruby lips pursuing love's first kiss,
She's drawing me to fantasy's abyss,
Returning to places of might have been.
As I the child opened my eyes to see
Dear dancer, she showed me a destiny.
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