A Soiree I want to live at a cocktail party, A perpetual seven o’clock: Where all of the guests are assembled with care, Where the sociable socialites flock, Where wherever you move, within the air Is sensitive sensible talk! I want to live in the cocktail hour – A fossilized half past nine! Where the glasses and ladies sing for years, And the chatter and laughter chime – Where nothing is serious; nobody cares, And we never run out of wine. And there, in the air, is my favourite piece By Johan Sebastian Bach – Only on evenings like this do I live! When I charm, and I sparkle and shock – Oh, I want to die in that golden night, That eternal eleven o’clock! ©2014 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved
This poem, and others like it, are available in Patchwork Narrative, a slim volume of poetry by Tyler J. Yoder.