Across a crowded ballroom <br />she sat at an empty table <br />her hands resting on her chin <br />watching the dancers on the floor. <br />The band was playing a slow tune <br />as I moved around to her <br />with my hand outstretched <br />I asked her for a dance. <br /> <br />Her eyes sparked at my words <br />and a smile crept across her face. <br />She held her hand out <br />and I escorted to the floor. <br />With wings on our heels <br />we danced the night away <br />and the band kept playing <br />all the slow tunes. <br /> <br />Stars fell across the floor <br />from the ballroom’s glass ball <br />as we looked into each other’s eyes <br />oblivious to one and all. <br />We danced and we danced <br />getting closer with each step <br />as the band kept playing <br />yet another slow tune. <br /> <br />Years have flown by <br />and we’re still together. <br />Each night we slip off our shoes <br />put a slow tune on <br />to play again and again. <br />We once again dance a slow dance <br />long passed the midnight hour <br />as we’ll dance for the rest of our lives. <br /> <br />4 February 2014<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slow-dance-2/
