Dance Of The Hours Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Beethoven's pastoral symphony
and Korsakov's flight of the bumblebee
remind my heart of love in the spring
when music to me was everything!
Roses of red and quiet shady bowers
filled my world with irresistible powers.

So, light up my life...let the music play,
carry me home again just for a day;
forget all the torment and skies of grey
I can't deny that for 'romance' I pray.
Sun overhead in a garden of flowers,
and memories of the ballet ~
'Dance of the Hours'.