lullaby gentlemen and goodbye maidens

 
in the chiming of the midnight hours
the white ghost of your eyes floats
in the West Wing Ballroom
everyone dances.
 
the wind dances in the hours and the touch
of the chime erases memories
destroys hopes and desires
causes some yawns.
 
the white ghost tries to get attention
of other no less ghosts
that float over the drinking cups
deaf ghosts of oblivion.
 
elegant cut dresses sparkling dust
of forgotten furniture leaning against the wall
all diners float around
like the white towels embroidered in crimson.
 
everyone circulates in oblivion
what takes them there...
boys' desire for action
the girls' desire for excitement.