THE DANCE
The redness of the skies are a magnificent sight.
The clouds that are forming look like cotton balls.
The flickering figure hypnotizes me with its great amazing dance.
Drawing me nearer and nearer to the figure.
The figure flirts with me.
Eventually asking me if I would care to dance with it.
I instantly agree.
As I begin to dance with the figure, I forget all that’s around me.
I declare my love to the figure.
The figure says it feels the same.
I know that we will be together.
And forever will we be in the dangerous dance of love.