by Keane Holmes

Created on: September 02, 2009

Dancing.

From your dream,
I remember you seemed,
happy and blissful,
though lost we were.

Dancing under stars.
Not in a crowded bar.
Held together rather than,
grinding to feather.

Soon we danced.
On a field of glass.
sprinklers fired,
over our shoulders.

Wooden shoes tapped away.
White as rain purer than the clouds.
Sealing what we held within our vows.

Walking through an Arabian market.
you pulled me close and we danced.
Laughing as I asked for music
from the man selling kibbeh.

Close together we spin,
rain falls down on our heads.
Pendleton sends a barrage,
to shell down past our heads.

Chaperones to our child's prom.
We felt young to dance along.
Seeing our sweetheart swing
as she's held tight by her king.

Spinning our grandchildren,
as we groove and boog.
Listening to little laughs,
remembering out past.

Our time came to soon.
as we look to a new life.
Our final dance through
the pearly gate.

Seeing you pretty in white,
hearing tapping of wooden delight.
Stars shined above.
Lost we were, no more.

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