All the many, many times I have danced alone because no one could follow the song that danced through my body, leaving my mind in complete acceptance to the dictates of the music as I gyrate, whirl, and spin around the dance floor my feet picking the rhythm and beat of the song they will follow. Fast then slow changing from the lead to the bass then to the rhythm, from the voices, back to the guitar, then to the drums across the floor the music takes me like a comet throuth the universe.
Then, there was a time I found someone who melted into my steps as though they were a part of me, breaking away from me only to return to continue our search for the lost step that brought us together. Into the Zen of the dance, the whole world becomes nothing more then the dance with the music taking our souls to worship God. But she, like the rest, never to dance every dance with me, or I with her, and for she, as each before her in turn has walked off the dance floor without me, and left me to my own devices.
I dream now of this one, the one I wish to dance the rest of my life with, oh she said that she could not, but then she did and turned herself loose to the music, to the dance, and to me. Until she returns to me I will dance along, and when she returns maybe we will find that lost step together.
©Rexx
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