The Dance
Sunset sinks further, the storm approaching,
Wind sweeping them away to fantasy.
Sandy feet dancing across the shoreline.
Trailing footsteps tell of their love song,
As the butler melodizes the words.
The maid less concerned attempts to ground them.
Both of them keep floating and dancing on
Sunk in their own love song the butler sings.
Time creeps on as the wings they booked for left.
Taking cover with the help is no care.
Dancing still, past the car, past existence.
Only them, entities in their love song.
Rain washes reality over them.
Relinquishing their love affair, for now.
As the sun sets and the rain moves closer,
Real life catches up and they come to sense.
Separate lives detach them from their love song.
Lovers today, spouses another day.
Families of their own, they kiss goodbye.
Secret lovers forever in their dreams.
Normalcy regains their everyday life.
Everyday grows dull in comparison
To that one night, that one dance, on the beach.
Each morning they awake, apart for now.
Waiting to sleep to reconnect again.
Lovers in fantasy, dreams are their realm.
When everything’s perfect, and they just dance.
Trailing footsteps tell of their love song,
As the butler melodizes the words.
To that one dance, that one night, on the beach.
I like the whole idea that "The Dance" is a dream that two people share. It gives a different perspective to the painting that could easily be interpreted. My favorite part would have to be "Everyday grows dull in comparison to that one night, that one dance, on the beach" because it shows how much of an impact that dream has on the two people that they want to go back to that moment of dream land and escape reality. Good Job!
ReplyDelete-Amy Cotter