I came to the dance looking for you.
But not just at the dance,
there was one other place.
You’ve haunted my dreams daytime and night,
and it can’t just be by chance
that I’m still seeing your face.
The spell of the dream has kept me awake,
and I’m lost without any sleep
but you’re still all that I see.
So close when we pass, our shoulders could touch,
but I’m trapped by the secret I keep
and now it’s what’s hiding me.
The bittersweet angst that kisses all thought
and helps to color the light
that serves to capture your stance,
keeps me in shadows both silent and still
where I could hide in the night,
but I came here to the dance.
To harbor a dream so far out of reach
that there’s no wind left for the sails,
nor will the calm ever find any peace.
But a storm might forgive complacencys’ guile
whose want is to have us all fail
while killing off passions’ release.
To wait in the wings without putting them on
leaves you with feet on the ground
but your fate gets left up to chance.
Just crossing the floor to be next to you
Can you hear/feel/see my heart pound
And can I have this next dance.