Holding Time Around Her Waist

I held Time
Around her waist
Sweet and fleetingly
On dancing feet

From arrogance
To enlightenment
In three easy paces
For three easy Seasons,

Though wishing not
To dance the fourth,
While growing older
Slowing and colder,

No longer as handsome
No longer as bold
Nor old man memories for me

As Winter knocks early
Upon every door,
Last chance promises
Of redemption and encore,

For from the dance floor
Swept wide and casting deep
The ballroom music of infinity
Calling from the faraway
With promises of gentle sleep.