Ballroom Dance
By H. R. Connelly

Dancers drift lazily about me,
Dreams within my reach, yet not revealed.
I step into the dance,
I move slowly, drawn into the music,
Yet I move with purpose,
I'm searching for my dreams,
I know they're here.

Suddenly a dancer moves off in a delicate twirl,
Revealing.
I catch a glimpse of him,
My destiny, my life, my... enemy?

I knew my dreams would be revealed here,
But why him? Why is he here?
I move slowly towards him,
Cautious, curious, drawn by his eyes.
With another dancer's careless move, he dissapears,
My heart sinks.

I search the crowds helplessly, hoping for another glance,
And he comes to me.
I turn at his warm breath tickling my neck.
Caught up in his strange, blue eyes,
I am drawn to him.

We dance, softly twirling by other dancers.
This feels right, this is my dream.

We spin, faster and faster,
Our gaze breaks, as does the spell.

We loose the music, it changes.
We do not lazily dance now,
The dancers have stopped their dance,
All eyes on me are leering,
All but his.

They threaten to draw me in again,
I break his grasp on me,
I run as far away from him as possible.
I know now,
This isn't my dream!

A delicate chair is all thats needed to shatter the dissillusion,
And then,
The dream becomes a nightmare.