Dream Dance
As I held you in my dream
and slowly led you in the dance,
now we meet, not in a dream,
touch, and dance once more.
Not a sad waltz this time.
But even now, as in the dream,
our time is fleeting.
We must enjoy the dance
even as time fades.
The sad waltz, the perfect dance,
Only in a dream.
As we danced around each other,
advancing and retreating
but never touching or connecting,
In our dreams we danced together,
not apart, not afraid.
Why can we touch and dance
only in our dreams?