There was always the dance, swirled about a
silver champagne dream lofted high above the
salty taste of this world. The gold and
green of the glory of each spin was a bound
across pure joy, a warm hug of grace with
every step to the enchanting song, and it
comes the moment you close your eyes. Yet,
per twist, on came the maze of rust walls
fighting the beauty of the ever-blissful
paradise in the mind, but the goal was
bright and lit the way, for at the end was
her kiss, and in itself was the dance that
led you there to the song that only you
could hear. There was always the dance,
brought in and to the misty utopia, and you
ride there...in her perfect smile.
