John-Ward Leighton

Photo ©Copyright January 1, 2000
by John-Ward LeightonBELLE OF THE BALL

The project hurtled towards
its inevitable demise.
Boredom had set in
so that is no surprise.

You approached me on the
street waving to someone behind me.
Our eyes locked as you passed
who knows what we did see.

It was three a.m.
a time which will never arrive again,
three hours into the new
millennium.

The rain shone on the scene
bright stars painted the screen.
And in the Happy New Year of it all
you were the reigning belle of the ball.