Entrance

It was just after the prelude
To the second waltz
Of the evening
And already her skirt was swinging
To the rippling rhythm
There were two steps more
And then the door
When she tugged a pause
On his hand
And quickly retied a ribbon
Bending to hide her blush
Till he smiled and lifted her chin
Winked her a smile
And led her through the door
They took half a breath
Three paces in
And then he swung her into the dance
And they were off
Porcelain figures
Whirling about the mirrored floor
As the old mothers nodded wisely
And young lovers welcomed them
Into the throng
They smiled together
As the final notes of the waltz
Tiptoed off the violin
And into the echoes
And the evening bloomed on