| The Dancers Dance I watched her dance beneath the dark sky. She was beautiful in her thin veiled gown flowing in the breeze. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight giving the voyeur a glimpse of beauty. She was alone and danced alone but there was something magical in her heart. She held a vision of someone deep within and gave him her all. It was possible there was no other thought in her head but self enjoyment in freedom. Whatever her reasoning she stood out like a princess in a court of unseen opponents. I shall fall asleep tonight with her in my mind dancing the dance of her desires. I shall return to watch her again should I be so lucky. Someday I may find out what her dancing was really for. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |