Lover’s Dance

A dance of time between two lovers

On the dance floor is the woman of my dreams.

She twirls and sashays from partner to partner.

Only the stage of music separates the players from the dancers.

Do I take the chance and ask to dance?

Do I remain a player on the stage observing the seconds of time pass by?

I take that step and she says yes.

We dance together for but a moment.

Her face, engraved in my mind.

Its memory stays with me

Though months pass, I continue to seek out the one.

On occasion a glimpse, a shadow of the night I saw her first.

Then comes Gloria and its aftermath

Invited to a house party of another dancer, I choose to go.

Time stands still

To be on time is not to be.

An empty house

No cars to see, I turn around.

I change my mind

Time moves forward and I return.

More cars, it is real, I go in.

And there she is, the house mate.

The memories of the past rush forward

Hesitation is not there this night.

Do you want to dance?

We do. And do. And do.

A goodnight kiss…we’ll call again, and again.

For 30 years, the lovers dance.