You Were Waiting For Me, Sir Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME, SIR
You were in your elegant suit in a restaurant to dance.There was wine and beer in that crowded place. You were waiting for me, sir. A magic carpet didn't take me there. The melodies were loud as the night was awake. Each bulb reminded of a candle flame. Your arms and the phantom's shoulders joined to dance. You expected Santa Claus to take me through the mountain range. However there was emptiness all over his silver sledge. Don't blame Santa Claus as he came! He didn't know I lived somewhere. You were waiting for me, sir. Don't blame Santa Claus or the magic carpet of the fairy tale! You were dancing with the phantom, sir. It was me flown over the boundaries without a body shape. Do tell me what promised the full moon night's glance!