Gilded Light doth fill the room
Casting a pall..a deepening gloom.
Shadows emerge from corners deep
While a dancer drifts and falls asleep.
There upon a bed of moss
You'll see the lass, turn and toss
As the sea does ebb and neap;
Caught inside doth she so weep.
Soft is heard her uttered cry;
"Where is the one that makes me,sigh?"
"The one that envelops my entire soul?"
"The one that with me makes me whole?"
Tossing a tumbling in endless time,
The dancer loses all sense of rhyme
And reason. Space bends back upon itself.
He is her riches, her light, her wealth.
Ever growing, the spectre's loom,
Deepening the indigo hue in the room.
Wavering factions struggle for might..
What is,what was, what will be..this night..
Ghostly visions trod 'cross the stage;
The dancer frozen within dreams Cage
Can only hope that love will out,
Casting aside a symphonic doubt..
To her you must hold out your hand,
Remove her from this limbo'd land.
Clasp her heart, and hold it tightly...
The song is sung...the room glows brightly........
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1997
