Could Be Anywhere...
She rounds about the ballroom
silk ruffles whispering as she whirls.
Her partner dapper in uniform
the envy of all the other girls.
There are tears upon her cheeks
smiles to belie the sadness inside.
Her beau off to battle with the dawn
champion steed her knight does ride.
For the moment is the music
sweetly melancholy amidst the dancers.
His lips brush hers, a promise in the garden
her eyes full of questions, his without
Resumed, a world reduced to ballroom
a happiness mask, a wearing of smiles.
Promise of tomorrows made whole hearted
a dance is enough.....if only for awhile.
D.J.Burt 7/95 (all rights reserved)
there is only one...