Poem: Dance - Ronald W. Hull

Dance

If only this once to have a chance,
if only you'd take my hand in dance.
This once, this last chance, intrance,
you'd call, enthrall, that's all, this chance.

Off into the dark of night,
your body feels so right,
as I hold you so tight.
and we become one in flight.

Escaping the thought of alone,
under the pale moonlight, ‘til dawn.
So take my hand and dance,
until the pain is gone,

and, I awaken from the dance.