Dancing with the Night
A poem for Meg and Erik
I dance at night when no one's around,
Everyone's asleep, safe, and sound,
I go on the stage and begin to warm up,
But, not without sparing a daring glance up,
There he is, in his box 5,
Knowing he's watching makes my dance come alive!
I begin slow but, the dance gets faster,
It took alot of time but, the this dance I had mastered,
I feel his eyes on me as I do my art,
Oh, does he know he's captured my heart?
I want to impress the one that I love,
I know he's still watching from somewhere above,
I start to spin, going faster and faster,
but this is the hardest part to master,
As I spin the world grows small,
I know without a dought that I'm fixing to fall,
I cursed myself for letting him down and waited to hit the cold, hard, ground,
It never happened and I felt arms holding me,
I looked to see my rescuer and wasn't shocked to see,
The Phantom,
The Ghost,
The Man with my heart,
little did he know he played all of these parts.
He pulls me up, so I see his eyes,
They have sparks of gold that glow,
As if they were fireflies,
Most girls would run from being this close,
Because, they believe him a monster!
My poor Opera Ghost!
Without warning he holds me tight and we begin to dance,
Does he feel for me as I do for him? Do I have a chance,
He looks at me with emotion filled eyes and begins to lean in,
I close my eyes and lean into him,
The kiss is sweet and full of passion,
Mother would kill me if she saw me in such a fashion!
But, I do not fear,
Because my Opera Ghost is here,
And somehow, I know he always will be.
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