Paul Bell

The Night Dancer

He watches her, slowly undress

Dignified, creation of beauty

Lost in her soul

Interrupted by death

 

She watched him

Impassive

Every Night the same

Searching

 

He saw through the beauty

To the woman

Gentle like snow

Interrupted by death

 

Every night the same

Searching, for what

Lost in time

Naked

 

Touched by her radiance

Innocence, dance like

Love on clouds

Interrupted by death

 

She felt something

Strange

Trying to define

Yet dangerous

 

She could be her

For that second

Just a second

Interrupted by death

 

He was a drug now

She, the night dancer

Closer

Brought together

 

Passage of the woman

Running towards him

Warm

Interrupted by death

 

He could have her soul

Unveiled, for the final time

The night dancer

Bows out, beauty untouched

Interrupted by death.