Working the Room

Champagne glasses clink together,

Laughter fills the evening air,

Music set its subtle mood as

Fashion flashes everywhere.

In the middle of it all

You begin to weave your loom,

And I can only stand in awe

To watch you work the room.

 

There’s a sparkle in your eye

Meant for all the world to know,

Captured from a midnight sky,

Projected in its afterglow.

Lifting up your audience

Far beyond the waning moon,

Magic follows everywhere as you’re

Working the room.

 

Others try to steal your spotlight,

But they can’t compete.

They just fade into the background,

Left to worship at your feet.

 

You are every roving star

Filling up the nighttime sky,

Flaunting wings of fantasy;

Never mind the reason why.

Finding favor everywhere to

Chase away the gloom.

There’s a celebration as you’re

Working the room.