Here we are, at the edge of our hearts, singing, dancing and playing.
I know I want you to come with me,
And I'll take you there.
You only have to take my hand and follow along.
"I'll follow you to the end, come and stay.
I'll be there,
Waiting until the time for us to be together,
And if you don't want me to come around,"
Then I'll take the rains and lead you, to my heart
"I'll be waiting around for you
And if I'm not there, I'll be there, I'll be there
Waiting, for the day I see your smile."

Harmonies and melodies music is comprised
Creating joyous tunes for the ear to enjoy
Dancers move in patterns synchronized
While feet are busy creating dance moves deploy

Round and round in a circle dancers go
Swinging their partners all a-twirl
They turn and spin
Careful not to step on feet below

Even as the music ends
Notes lingering in listeners ears
Long heartfelt gazes extend
Past the present and into many before years

Clasped hands linger, as if glued together
Adoring and hungry gazes beheld
Dreams of continued better forever
Are the only concerns upheld

Dancing under violets
In a medow filled with light
A storm was fast approaching
But was never in my sight
Took an innocent victim
As he slowly lost his life
The medow filled with clouds
That made it dark as night
No longer am i dancing
For without you it's not right
There's not a song that i can dance to
Without you by my side

We lock eyes across the bar
Hit pool ***** with sticks
Clink glasses filled with drinks
And dance badly to songs on the jukebox

We buy shots with our friends
Gossip on the stairs
Hug when the night ends

The student soundtrack to our love story

the windows have frosted over
shattering pinprick traffic lights
into stellar beams

teahouse tables pushed to the side
soft swing music floats overhead
we shed our coats and our inhibitions

clasped hands and an arm draped
softly on the small of my back
we stumble and laugh

snow falls in the night air
the room warms with music and joy
and we dance

Some may think it odd

                    to see me outside

     dancing around

              with the wind as my guide....

I have so many stories, yet none.

But there once was a flower in the corner.

It told me something of importance, something it clung too, yet didn't.

It danced under the moon.

I asked "of all places, must I ask, why the moon? Isn't it just deep?"

"It is nothing deep, yet even more so then ever," it said, "I'd much rather prefer a mess of comfort, than a cleaned smile."

That flower treated the moon not as a gatekeeper meant to take you to the next day, but as an old friend that will always be.