Cement City

Vintage Prom

Static snowflakes take flight

        Into the pale, hazy night

The winter storm rages softly

Tossing puffs of snow

        Roses at the end of a show

For the wind to catch

        A leap of joy, a couple matched

        To grace the banquet hall

As nature plays an age-old tune

Heels and well-shined shoes

Scuff the hardwood floors

Dancing to the hum of dimly lit love

A humble celebration

For when snow does not sparkle like stars

        Too young to drink

        Too restless to think beyond the banquet hall.

Cheers, to stay young and outchase midnight. 

I've never been to prom (not my thing), but I have been to a banquet hall meant for proms and graduations. (Perks of being in the concert band. We played Pomp and Circumstance for the Grade 12s.) The setting was partly inspired by that, but also thanks to a flurry during a sleepless night. It was so foggy that it looked more like day than night. Actually, this piece was named "Graduation" before I remembered you don't dance in pairs at graduation, haha. 

Also, this story is dedicated to snowdropluz. I usually don't dedicate stuff but I thought about you when I wrote this poem. In addition to yoir profile pic, it sounds like the type of night Murel really needs.