Dreaming of Marty: A Ballad Inspired by Reunion: A Story
By Alex Diaz-Granados
She speaks to me in gentle tones
Her voice like music to my ears
She comes from far across the sea
From London, where the Thames flows clear
I try to read the words of Will
But they seem dull and dry and gray
I cannot help but look at her
And wish that she would look my way
And then she does, and I am lost
Her hazel eyes hold me in thrall
She smiles at me and takes my hand
And leads me to the mirrored ball
She asks me for a dance with her
I stutter that I have no skill
She says it does not matter much
It’s just a matter of the will
She pulls me close and holds me tight
I feel her heartbeat next to mine
She whispers softly in my ear
That everything will be just fine
We sway together to the beat
Of swing music from long ago
I hear the horns and drums and strings
But I don’t want to let her go
© 2023 Alex Diaz-Granados
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