She dances

She moves up there sometimes-

a fiery lantern

against an azure morning sky

A brilliant memory,

a summer of love

gone spinning by...

She dances

her dance

In his head.

She seems so close at times-

the Harvest moon

Against a warm October sky

A glowing reminder,

wild wonderful days

gone waltzing by

She dances

her dance

In his head.

At times he wishes

he would find

Music to soothe

and un-tango his mind

But her dancing never stops-

and her music never leaves him

She dances

her dance

In his head.

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