She Dances Alone

She dances alone on New Year's Eve. I watch her as I wait for skyrockets to burst Against the starry sky in colorful obliteration, While my breath hangs in frosty plumes for midnight. Framed in a picture window she dances, With forgotten drapes left open to me. Around her the powder blue nightgown whirls, Eyes closed, arms raised in supplication She gains a momentary sense of youth As in silence she seems to laugh. Infected, her joyous moment fills me, I'm swept along as this snapshot transforms, unfurls, From two people solitary, untouched, Into a lifeline transcending the truth For a future when reflections of the past Shine upon the present with a glow of harmony. While my breath hangs in frosty plumes for midnight She falls from her façade, reclaims my crutch and With a smile sad, fading like her momentary youth, She turns out the lights, and leaves me alone to dance Alone.