Lost decades, of countless nights, through every open door, I reflect
while I dance and then I dance some more -
When then, as of a reflex, seems I've crashed to the floor, feeling rather inconsequential and
certainly sore, whilst my mind still
spinning, over a smile to adore
Oh, so vibrant, rose scented, heaven sweet,
so fair, are you real, or, of the moonlight,
and if you're real , then, may I stare
Seems your serenity is quite total, so
there's nothing I can quite touch, but I'm swimming in deep blue oceans, through your endless golden locks
So, from whence have you come here, it must be immensely far, if we leave together, then, will you show me from which star
So gracious, and now I'm standing, I love you, does it show, your hands, so soft, like snow, dear, your
touch, oh, so tender, lips, petals, kiss, breath goes
Surely, even for the last dance, this is immensely slow, but I think
that we should hang-on, and never quite let go.


Copyright Kates 2008