The Dance

There is a commotion of people all wearing there finest walking scattered about. I sweep the room with my gaze as I walk steadily across the polished floor but I'm not really looking, I already know where every one is. Some how by complete purposeful mistake I end up next to a Lady I smile and look like I made a mistake. she smiles for she knows that I am holding a ridicules façade. I say something and she replies but those words don't really matter for in some earlier dance had seen each other and in a glance a wordless agreement was made. I offer my hand and she unnoticeable shy accepts. We walk to and join the lines that are forming.

The music begins... and we as dancers begin our dance. I rather clumsily at time and she patently enjoys my slight awkwardness, for it is the sign that I am real and that I am trying to do my best for her.

The song builds... I look into her eyes and I see Her, not the lady that is before me but my love, and we are in love. The curtains of time and space are ripped away and She is in my arms and we dance as one. Each turn is bitter goodbye which makes each embrace sweeter. There are the fleeting glances from afar filled with hope and then we come eye to eye in fiery ecstasy.

The song... as one we turn our faces to the Lord. We hear His song, His romance, His love, here in the place in time every thing fades in the presence of this song. Dance and dancer are only notes in it's grand symphony.

The fiddler stops his bow and the music fades to memory. I bow and nearly whisper "thank you" she curtsies’s in reply. We both slowly walk away and perhaps we wonder who was that? will ever dance again? if we do we know it will be different. For even if you dance with the same person in the same dance with the same music it will always be different. For a dance if the same means that there is no life or feeling in the dance and such a dance is not worth dancing.