two hypnotized dancers eyes drawn upon opposite goals,
they shuffle step by step- side to side- this present dance taking tolls,
with each step taken together toward one- the other seems to shift away,
so momentarily the dancers stop thier show- hit their knees- and pray,
but prayers unanswered they take it upon theirselves to admit,
together nowhere they\'ve gotten- thats it,
possibly apart- our goals- we can achieve,
feel one another\'s embrace one more time as they leave.
Those performers have left,
Their dance is no more,
The music stopped,
Dying out in a gradual fade,
One dancer left unscathed,
Un-phased ready to find another show,
But the other sat motionless longing for the others return,
Which they know,
Will never happen.
At this point he\'d given up his art,
It\'s been a while since he watched her leave the stage,
But until recent​ it\'s been an image burned into his eyelids,
He hadn\'t seen a performance in a long time,
But in a recent moment he saw another dancer,
This one ready to take his hands,
Ready to step and twirl with him,
Pushing him to pick back up his talent,
But this one\'s different.
Her dance so breathtaking,
The way she moves as she so beautifully leaps,
As she twirls so does his mind,
He sees her eyes as so much more than just eyes,
Their her eyes,
Little doors into her perfect mind,
As their show goes on,
His eyes stay locked,
On her,
He memorizes every step,
Every move,
Every touch,
He is dancing once again,
And he loves it.
~Andrew.