You lifted yourself up off your seat
And granted me your hand
There is no light, yet your eyes
They radiate, and you can see my face;

You close your eyes and imagine-
Faintly there are violins playing
And the string section ushers in;

Waves and waves of dreamy pieces
Swirling around our heads and
Your hair is swimming in this blackness
And your toes are barely skimming the floor;

You are no dancer, no
But right here and now you can Viennese waltz,
Minuet, Foxtrot, Lambada,

With such ease you grace the ground-
You remind me of a Ginger Rogers
And I your Fred Astaire;

As I meet your moves with my own
I can't help but realize that
You could not of picked a better dress
And I find myself too hearing this music-

But it's your whispering in my ear:
"Bird's alight in the start of spring
A lonely heart's motive to sing"

And to snap out of my trance
Would only end this dance
So my eyes stay closed
Interlaced with yours;

We stomp and tap out fears
And enter, yes we are entering enlightenment
I'm touching your shoulder
Bare and tender, I can feel
Yes, I'm being healed;

Eyes relaxed, barefoot in this room
We are free, we move together
Step, steps, circling and cycling
We stop, feet planted, smile, stare;

I let go and you drift off
You drift off and I smile;
I'm still smiling.

03/06/2009

Posted on 03/07/2009
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