Our Dance
Our Dance
We were young and she was beautiful
And no one gave it much chance
Different in every sense of the word
All that we had was our dance
The music would come the music would go
Deafening - then lost on deaf ears
The quiet of life the roar of the strife
Ebbed and flowed through all of the years
The dance floor grew dusty, lonely & dark
Lost midst the lows and the highs
Then slowly a glow like a struggling star
Rose from the light in her eyes
The music faint and still distant
Awaken as if from a trance
Embers stir memories blur
And she still remembers our dance
Copyright © Bj Brewer | Year Posted 2017
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