I Imagined We’d Dance

I’ve closed my eyes so many times
since I found you again
imagining if we walked softly
and waited til the timing was right,
we’d one day sink sweetly,
breathing into the rhythm
of dancing together again.

I’d trust you to guide me each step of the way
one strong arm around me
the other holding my hand in the air
as if we were getting ready to fly.

I’d arch my back gently
pressing my heart close to yours
my joy for this dance with you
moving us to abandon
our fear of a fall.

I knew the music we shared in our hearts
couldn’t play for awhile
because the floor was so littered from
our failed dances with others
that we’d trip and fall if we
dashed out there too soon.

But I always imagined
it meant enough to us both that
sometime
some day
some way
we’d find our way back
to each other’s arms
for a second dance.

Instead, I find myself closing my eyes
swirling, sinking, sadly alone
as it begins to dawn in my heart
that our music may have ended,
and I only imagined we’d dance again.

~ cj 2013.03.20

I saw this beautiful painting on a Facebook post tonight. Here’s a link to other exquisite artwork by Colin Staples: https://www.facebook.com/colin.stapleslifeart. I hope he doesn’t mind that I wrote this for his piece.