The Dance

The Dance

The room has been reserved for you and me,
The orchestra is playing now.. our song;
An open terrace.. the moon.. a star-lit sea,
We’ve waited for this moment for so long.
Softly now the music starts to play,
You place your bearded cheek so close to mine;
Held in your arms I now begin to sway,
Your closeness to me now is so divine.

We hold each other.. time goes swiftly by,
Not caring that the music’s long been done;
I feel you kiss my cheek. I softly sigh.
I suddenly awake.. and you are gone.
The dance is over.. memories linger on
My thoughts remain long after dreams are gone.

~ Twilah ~

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