Silver Dance of Poetry

The Flower Dance

Crystal moonlight dancing 

around my bedroom

and all the stars seem to shine so bright

I look outside and

see you dancing around the garden 

just like you did those many years ago

lightly treading on the flowers underneath

your feet

 breathing out warm breaths 

of honey suckles and chocolate

gazing up to me with a

tender invitation in your eyes

to join the lovely Flower Dance

under the moon,

how I regretted to this day

declining the sweet offer you

so generously gave me

to be your one and only

love dancing alongside you

amidst the broken dreams,

the shards of tears,

the perfume of forbidden love,

the tragic romance

between light and day,

the stars that crept toward

earth weeping and alone,

and the way you valiantly

called out my name and I did

not think to reply.

But here you are again

dancing amidst the fallen

twinkling stars, lightly treading

on the faded flowers

twirling underneath my bedroom window

with the same tender invitation

twinkling in your eyes,

and I reached for your hand

and replied this time

and there we danced,

together the dance for the

beaten and fallen, hopeless and

faded wishes

together we danced

the Flower Dance for ourselves,

for the lost ones in the world,

and for eternity.