Think it over
The Dreamers Dance
rock_26iin | 12 January, 2006 00:39
The walls are red and embroidered with gold
A delicate scent fills my nostrils
And for me, the red carpet is rolled
Sweet, soft music plays from somewhere
While I just stand with a dumbfounded stare
The ceiling is a hundred feet high
And from my lips, escapes a little sigh
Loneliness I feel
Nothing is real
Being alone is my fear
I need someone here
The arc lights sway like the wind
The are no people in the room
And then, she steps in,
Dressed in the black I'm wearing
And there is no need for people
I walk up to her and pull her closer
We stand face to face with each other
We start to dance to the sweet music
For the world, we no longer bother
A smile on our faces
Our path, the arc light traces
No one is here but we
There is no one we want to see
The room starts spinning with us
The depths within us rejoice
The music gets louder as if
Our innards were given a voice
The night moves on
But we don
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