The Dance
Flashing lights,
Jumping rhythms,
The dance is living!
People singing,
Swaying to the beat,
Caught up in the moment.
Music swirls around the dance floor,
Floating up to the people gathered there,
They seem to have no control as they swish around each other.
More beings gather by the sweet smells of otherworldly delicacies,
Talking as they explore on the white expanse of tables,
The chinking of glass against glass barely audible.
The lights stop,
A voice plays over the speaker,
Clapping starts,
People cheer,
It's their time now!
The girl with hair that waves,
Like an ocean on a stormy day,
And eyes of blue that sparkle,
Like sunlight glinting off the sea in summer,
With lips as red as a rose in full bloom.
The boy with sandy-blond hair,
Like the beach that meets the ocean,
And shimmering eyes of green,
Like the leaves on the oak tree overlooking the sea,
With muscles like a prowling panther.
They swirl and twirl and dance,
As the slowed beat of the music guides them,
We watch transfixed by their beauty,
Wondering if such a phenomenon will ever happen to us.
Then the crowd closes in,
The moment is over,
Everything returns to the way it was,
Everyone wishing this night would last forever,
But knowing that the lights have to stop flashing,
The night transform to morning,
Their time here expire,
But for this peaceful moment,
Everything is perfect.