Dancing With a Stranger

Music seemed so inviting beneath the ballroom lighting as you rose to take my hand with motions stiff and bland; no two-step western lines forgotten in love once so hard to find slipping memory in goodbye pains, here we go aching again unfamiliar classical ballet with little left to say; a contemporary plot in contra parallels once held tight to your mystic spell, gone in the magic lost to time flowed in the streams as life unwinds, a twist, a turn, a spinning reel fading in our love appeal; step right, step left, lead and follow a last goodnight, goodbye to tomorrow, how well we both know I'm dancing with a stranger on the go.