Most strange I find that fleeting glance <br />that opens up my prisoned stance <br />a flash of re-cognised gold <br />in binding rings that spellbound hold. <br /> <br />Hold what, I asks <br />can such a spell hold me <br />trapped by what I think I see <br />no that surely cannot be. <br /> <br />Most strange I find that fleeting glance <br />that breaks this spell <br />the one I dance <br />but is that dancer not just me. <br /> <br />Just me, I asks <br />may I have that dance <br />the one where we whirl with glee <br />myself and I set free.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-we-dance/
