I wrote this a long time ago, or so it seems. I ran across it the other night while wandering through my mind, and sipping on a glass of Cabernet. I remembered why I liked it then, and like it now.
When We Danced
And the music was you.
Moved through your heart,
And I could feel it in your hands.
When it was slow,
I could feel it in your body when we moved as one,
As in a dream with no end.
The dance floor is deserted now.
The dream is shattered,
And the band plays no more.
But, when we danced,
There was the love and the magic,
And the music that was you.