Paul Bell

The Night Dancer

He watches her, slowly undress

 

Dignified, creation of beauty

 

Lost in her soul

 

Interrupted by death

 

 

 

She watches 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