"And all the bells"

[Experimental III]

An improvisation written whilst half-drunk.

And all the bells were ringing as we were all singing,
singing and dancing down in the wedding hall.

They two were twirling and round they were spinning,
spinning and laughing there on the dancing floor.

It was love that was rising as they were grinning,
grinning and drinking, they, the happiest of all.

I watched as they were singing and spinning,
and laughing and grinning, as they danced till their feet were sore.

And though time was ticking, they were not thinking,
save of the joyous ringing, of a moment that we all wish for.

So on and on they went unceasing, and reaching,
ever reaching for a perfect feeling, a feeling of little and yet of more.

There are bells always ringing, and I am always singing,
singing and dancing—but waiting and waiting, waiting for when I can soar.

M.M. — December MMXII