Balthazar..

To the beat of a mazurka,

I marched along,

towards a sunset, towards a dream.

With the smile of a baby,

I marched along,

One life ends, another begins.

Drenched in the summer rain,

I marched along,

A tear or a drop of light?

He marched along too,

To the beat of a mazurka,

In the gentle rain.

He marched along too,

Called himself Balthazar,

A protector of kings.

He marched along too,

With the smile of a baby,

Innocent appeal or elusive charm?

Balthazar, sunset, rain and a smile-

Perhaps it was destiny,

I fell in love with him…

 

Balthazar…Isn’t it a beautiful name?