Samy's Poetry

Our Dance

When I see you on the dance floor,

holding on tight to your girl,

sometimes I wish I was her.

At night I dream of the next time we will meet.

I wish to dance with you, if only once

a falling star would make my wish a reality.

Then one day while I am walking home,

you run up beside me and take my hand.

And there we danced in the middle of the street.

You smiled so elegantly, and your dancing was delightful,

your eyes were concentrated on mine.

I didn't know what to think or say,

I just danced the night away.

Then I heard a sound,

it seemed so unreal....

Then I jumped to my feet,

out of bed, shut off the alarm,

and realized it was all a dream.

How could this be?

It felt so real,

I could tell in my heart there was something greater at work here.

Then the next time we met,

in that moment our eyes focused on each other,

and I knew then that it was all true.

My wish had come true, and I will never forget

Our dance

or you.