The Dance

Music plays to light the candle, To slide the step and lift the sandal; A candle flickers soft and bright, And slips away with stars of night. The light on the table burns for two, The light in my eye burns for you. The music plays, the music is slow, Time to dance, the time is now. Time to look and steal a dance, To whisper a word, a sideways glance; A moment to hold and light the fuse, Time to give and take the muse. A violin plays, the music’s begun, My arms around you one on one. Step by step we keep the time, Holding close, your soul and mine. Your scarlet dress and jet black hair, Take heed the hope that lingers there. Whirling, twirling steps to steal, With feathered wings upon your heel. The heady glamour of flying feet, Make rhythmic sounds that keep the beat; For dancing is a pleasant chore, and I Thank you dear, we’ll dance once more.