Alyssa's Dance

Alyssa danced in the center of the empty historical ballroom. Imagining suitors standing in line for one more waltz around the artistic ceramic tiled flooring. Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor as she turned and sauntered on winged slippers. Elegantly breathtaking… enchantress form; mesmerized an onlooker athwart the chamber. His eyes fixed as she pirouetted to a silent melody. Observers gathering in amazement as she tip-toed gingerly in a dance with butterflies of her fancy. Swaying her gracefully thin, delicate arms above her head; back and forth, hypnotized in herself. Oblivious to tenacious eyes concealed only in cracks of walls, Alyssa dances ever so genial. The onlooker from across the chamber floor, hesitates to accompany her. He walks towards her and slips his wieldy arm about her torso. Her eyes open and smile as her hand falls leisurely into his cupped palm. Simultaneously sliding, gliding, Alyssa closes her eyes feeling his heart pulse; radiating as one. Tenderly, he pulls her close, wedging their unfamiliarity. Their eyes touch in an upheaving embrace as if known forever. Reticently they speak -through Alyssa’s dance- shared only in brevity of the moment while an aristocratic minuet stills the hush… Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey This was written for my granddaughter at my son and daughter-in-law's wedding. Alyssa was five and pretended it was her wedding