Puppets

puppets dancing without a guiding hand Dancing to a silent band Bowing to each other for a moment so brief Lost was my grief So beautiful is belief The little puppet boy and girl Around and around they did twirl Alive to only each others heart Alive only when all others did part Dancing together during the night Such a beautiful sight Each smooth move never breaking the flow Wishing I could make them dance so Day starts to break Maybe I start to wake To the floor the puppets slowly fall. I pick them up put them back on the wall