Disco Ball

The place looked magical -

and the disco ball

shimmered and glowed.

All around there was darkness,

except for the rainbow lights,

that disco ball created.

It was like a fantasy,

even though in the far reaches,

were dark shadows stretched,

someone was looking lonely.

seeking solace in a glass of whiskey.

Perfume and cologne,

mingled like mist upon the air,

the scents intertwining—

coming together like ghostly hands all around.

the music and bodies pulsated

Oh, youth and disco,

an unbeatable combination -

dancing till the early hours of the morn.

If someone here vowed love,

I could have sworn—

it was only for this one night.

A dancing queen,

a new Travolta,

a sensation so beautiful,

that disco ball shooting magic,

all around.

Everywhere you look,

faces that look so thrilling,

relaxed people enjoying,

the music beat.

Perfumed scents,

cranking up the body heat,

cocktails and smoke rings,

while everyone dances and sings.

The night wears on,

the dancing incredible,

the disco ball,

made it a fantasy -

until the light of day.

Worn faces,

empty glasses,

stale smoke in the air.

No more dancing queens,

just tired ladies,

hung-over gentlemen -

not ready to face the day.

The disco ball,

crashes and smashes,

bringing back reality -

in the quiet at the break of day.