Faye Sizemore

FAMILIAR FIGURES

In the candlelit glow
who are those figures gliding so…
who gracefully sway…
and dip and turn that way

I think I know them of old
… stepping their steps
on a dance floor of gold

Sadness and Grief waltz gently…
to the softly sobbing strains
of a violin played by a Master
whose name is… Memory…