1 and 4 Dreams a Dancer

You lifted yourself up off your seat
And granted me your hand
There is no light, yet your eyes
They radiate, and you can see my face;
You close your eyes and imagine
Faintly there are violins playing
And the string section ushers in
Waves and waves of dreamy pieces
Swirling around our heads and
Your hair is swimming in this blackness
And your toes are barely skimming the floor
You are no dancer, no
But right here and now you can Viennese waltz,
Minuet, Foxtrot, Lambada,
With such ease you grace the ground
You remind me of a Ginger Rogers
And I your Fred Astaire
As I meet your moves with my own
I can't help but realize that
You could not of picked a better dress
And I find myself too hearing this music
But it's your whispering in my ear:
"Bird's alight in the start of spring
A lonely heart's motive to sing"
And to snap out of my trance
Would only end this dance
So my eyes stay closed
Interlaced with yours
We stomp and tap out fears
And enter, yes we are entering enlightenment
I'm touching your shoulder
Bare and tender, I can feel
Yes, I'm being healed
Eyes relaxed, spinning barefoot in this room
We are free, we move together
Step, steps, circling and cycling
We stop, feet planted, smile, stare
I let go and you drift off
You drift off and I smile
I'm still smiling.