When Reflecting on Water
Starlight hitting water, lighting up a desolate deck
Music in the background gently fades as distant lights distract my attention

She is beautiful tonight, in the ballroom dancing with her friends.

Sweat drips slowly from my forehead like beads of rain on tree leaves as I reflect on the past few days in the evening heat.....


Never have I held myself high in anything, and just like the boy reaching for the top shelf, confidence has seemed out of touch, simply not feasible under my circumstances...
It was as if all I needed was locked inside of a glass box; in my vision, yet no key.
In my heart, my capability was never questioned, yet something blocked me from advancing...Keeping me from doing what was needed.

She was real...
Her beauty profound and tangible...
The auburn hair was like that of an angel,
and her smile warm and compassionate….

Incoherent chattering from a couple strolling around deck disrupts my pondering.
The smell of exhaust fills my nostrils…

This was a milestone in my life, my last opportunity, my last dance…
I wanted more than anything to take the auburn haired girl’s hand…
Uncertainty flooded my insides; bowels turned to water merely at the though.

I began to speculate on my childhood for no apparent reason…
The distorted views, the awkward orientations, they
had followed me to this point…
Many of times, I was defeated by them, once again to be enslaved by the absolutely repugnant thoughts and unrealistic expectations. Fear of rejection haunted my life like a resentful apparition…
It was all in my head, and I was fully aware…Something had to give.

Concentration was once again lost…

I slowly turned my head to see a fair hand adorned in floral and silk…
Auburn hair brushing over her petite shoulders left room in the front for
a view of her smile…So warm and sincere.

Apprehension, if any was left, melted directly into my soul, leaving me in blissful solitude. Nothing in the whole wide world was in any way wrong…

The air outside was humid, and the deck serene…
She proceeded to grab my hand and lead me up the stairs…

It was the last dance…I was there to dance it with her, my date.