The Red Windmill

Red windmill.
Turning slow.
Paris smiles.
After the show.

Crystal glasses.
Golden light.
Can-can dancers.
Owned the night.

One red lipstick.
On the glass.
One more memory.
Could not last.

Empty tables.
Chairs asleep.
Only secrets.
Left to keep.

Raise your glass.
Hold it high.
Dreams are born.
They never die.

Dance forever.
One more song.
Every heartbeat.
Still belongs.

Morning slowly.
Paints the street.
Silent footsteps.
Softly meet.

One last dancer.
Turns around.
Leaves the music.
On the ground.

When the lights.
Fade away.
Music always.
Chooses stay.

Raise your glass.
Hold it high.
Dreams are born.
They never die.

Red windmill.
Turning slow.
Paris keeps.
The hearts aglow.