The Dance Begins













I bow and extend my hand.
You place your hand in mine.
We walk slowly to a clearing,
Never looking away.
I’m drifting, sailing, floating, dreaming.
Slow motion blends with my astonishment.

I pull away to see your face.
The moment is fleeting.
It probably doesn’t even last sixty seconds.
But in those precious seconds,
The world stands still; my heart rises;
It seems to last an hour.

I begin to move and yield, move and yield.
You don’t understand at first,
Then suddenly you see that I move,
Then yield to you, for you to move.
Not simply moving, not simply yielding.
All at once, we are moving together.

Your eyes send messages to mine.
The universe stops, turns, and waits–
A moment frozen in time that I will never forget.
Could I hold you close?
You say yes, and smile broadly.
I fear I may fall down.

A few awkward moments pass.
The blood rushes from my head.
The world disappears.
The movement is no longer conscious.
We swirl and flow.
All I see is you.

We ascend as our hearts meet and melt.
I cannot think; I cannot breathe.
It’s probably only fractions of a second,
But the entire history of the world,
Is summed up in those fractions of a second.
My mind slowly rolls back into the room.

At first there is only a fog–
A blur of light and shadow.
I turn, but I am in pain.
I must turn away. I must.
But I want to stay.
I barely escape with my life.

I must keep going.
Though I am miles away,
I’m still holding you close.
I must find you again and tell you.
Do not turn away.
Share with me–if you can.

© February 2016 by JJHIII24

2 thoughts on “The Dance Begins

    1. Your response tells me that you understand and appreciate the romantic notion of the dance, and the emotional power of proximity in such an enviable circumstance. It also tells me that you understand the symbolism of the dance as a metaphor for circumstances which sometimes govern interpersonal relationships, which can resemble a dance between two hearts, two spirits, or two souls.

      After decades of writing poetry, when I look back on all the words I have written to fill the empty spaces while constructing or concocting my poetic expressions, there have rarely been results, at least from my perspective, that would warrant such a generous compliment as the one you shared.

      However, I accept your generosity with gratitude, and hope that I may continue to earn such generosity occasionally in the future.

      Kindest regards….John H.

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