Shadow Dancer

Another dance, another night of dancing with my friends,
but my smile fades away as bouncy music ends.
a slow song starts and couples form, I walk off all alone,
I watch them dance with longing eyes, forlorn and on my own.

Closing my eyes, I swallow hard, fighting lonely tears,
Behind my lids, conjured by pain, a shadowed form appears.
He makes a courtly bow, offers his arm with a shy glance,
I place my hand upon his arm, and we begin to dance.

He does not say a word to me; I cannot see his face,
But the only thing that matters is the warmth of his embrace.
There's something that feels right about the way he moves with me,
I smile with contentment; this is where I've longed to be.

I rest upon his shoulder, swaying gently to the song,
But like all things, moments like this can never last for long.
The music ends, the dancing stops and people leave the floor,
I'm once again alone; my shadow dancer is no more.

I stand on tiptoe, scan the crowd, but searching is in vain,
My loneliness comes back to me, that old familiar pain.
I feel like I shall never get all that for which I yearn,
but phantom lips then brush my cheek; a promise of return.

Reviews

[WordMaster]

What a well-written and crafted poem

I loved the natural flow to this work of art

Loved the line� "My loneliness comes back to me, that old familiar pain."

Thank you for such a delightful read

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

I truely enjoyed this piece and it seemed to flow like a waltz or box step. The idea behind this was wonderful and showed a lot of talent for writing. Pure pleasure to read.
Debby

[hhoosh]

The idea is phenomenal, I really like the mentality behind it. As a poem though, the rhythm was certainly not smooth for me. Whenever I read poems, even fiction ones, I usually feel an emotive-roll to it, something that jolts something longing to be acknowledged inside me. But this didn't do that for me, but it did do what good stories do; I pictured the characters, I heard the music, I watched them dance.

Basically, i'm begging for a story of this :)

And good show with the poem. Just because it didn't flow for me doesn't mean I don't like it. Just not my taste is all.