Buzz Bray

She Danced

 

 

She danced like a whisper of breeze

In the light of the full moon.

Light and airy flowing

Without a word or even a sound,

Delicate as a flower.

Crickets sang as she danced

In the light of the full moon.

She asked me to dance

Gently but oh so persuasively,

And so I picked me up and

Danced as best I could

In the light of the full moon.

We sailed through the valley

In each other’s arms

Lightly and happily,

As if we’d rehearsed this step

A million times before,

In the light of the full moon.

We made a world out there

Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire,

Clinging to our few moments,

Guarding our little drama, our little life,

In the light of the full moon.

She danced and danced and danced,

Her blithe spirit capable of anything her heart wanted.

Having seen all I could do,

She wanted more of life, a larger life,

And I watched her dance away,

In the light of the full moon.

Blithe spirit.

My angel in veils of wispy lightness.

And the moon reflected off her soul,

As she rose to the sky

Chasing that life she wanted,

And I stood here breathless,

Having danced with an angel

In the light of the full moon.