A crushed and crying girl

keeping everything locked up inside

far from prying eyes

hoping they won’t ever notice,

no one  truly ever does.

A first dream,

she was dancing,

in and amongst hundreds of other arms.

Yes, she was dancing alone

until someone caught her

and her attention turned

she wanted more of him.

She settled just long enough

to let him in.

And in his eyes

she came alive.

It was an obvious dream of hers

to dance to the magical music.

Soon, they were gliding

these super long distances.

He put his world on hold.

The others simply got out of their way,

he  brought her body closer

placing it in his palm.

Just as he opened that palm

she was released behind a curtain,

nothing.

With soft gasps and claps

all the other dancers

stopped to watch in awe.  

Eyes searched

staring at his extended hand

wondering where

the beautiful girl

had gone?

 It wasn’t until his eyes

had fallen on theirs

that he had realized 

the beautiful girl had gone.

This is but an illusion

or so one would insist

the girl was never dancing with him.

Yes,

perhaps it was all but a dream

and the first thing

that he had to go and do

was write and put it down in words.

he wished he could figure it out,

still, he only dreamt of the girl

the one that loved

to dance.