Wednesday, June 27, 2007

"Special Dance"

Upon the wall she remains
We danced the tango all night
With her crimson dress about me
She glided gracefully along
Taking the lead without notice
No gasps were heard from the crowd
And had they noticed
She would not have been prevented
In her zeal to show me the steps
It's not about winning
Or who is better
It's about the invention of self
Traveling down a dark corridor
When a hand reaches out to assist
Who am I to refuse
Buried within the mist
Pull me out of the fog O'hand
Take me to the place of music
Let us dance in front of
Gasping crowds who do not understand
As long as I lean forward
Willing to cross the land
I don't care who takes the lead
So let me have your hand

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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