Dance
Fair as the golden light of dawn,
Tender as the dew on a rose petal.
She dances along the misty hilltop.
Her soft, silken gown flowing around.
A dance of solitude.
A dance of sorrow.
A dance to fill the emptiness within
her heart.
She is alone with only a memory of her
happiness.
Years ago, they were young.
Their life they had before them.
All their dreams and desires,
a future together.
He said, "We'll build our lives her on top of this hill"
"Our children will be raised in blessed
happiness."
"And we'll grow older, together in
Love."
Together they built.
Together they danced.
Together they loved.
Together on the hilltop.
He slipped out one late night
To gather roses for his beloved.
To awaken her in a soft bed,
of gentle sweet petals.
She found the overflowing basket
on top of the sea cliff.
A lone rose stood nearby,
its petals in full blossom
in the dew of the morn.
She took the basket
holding it close to her heart
And looked out over the ocean
The gentle sounds of surf
from far below.
A tear on her soft cheek.
No one knows what happened that night
for she will not tell.
Some say he was murdered by a thief.
Some say he ran into the arms of another.
Some say he is living in solitude in a far off city.
But she knows, for she feels him every day
when she dances along the misty hilltop
with her soft, silken gown flowing around.
A dance of solitude,
A dance of sorrow.
A dance to fill the emptiness.
Only a memory of her happiness.
