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.
