I encounter a stranger,the kind I wouldn’t give a second glance.
Yet,as he steps into the pavilion,
the entire room falls silent.
Including the conflict in my head.
I feel the broken pieces of me ,fall back into place
Its seems he comes to heal me,
but neither of us knows it yet.
The silence and peace he has brought,
muted the noise that no one knows exists.
That I can finally hear myself breathe.
Why then do I begin to dream to far ahead?
All we ever exchange are simple greetings.
After all we are still strangers.
I make up my mind to let him exist only in my head,
my pavilion secret.
I feel like I am standing at edge of a waterfall.
Wondering if I fall,will I sink or swim?
I could never reach him.
Because we are 2 parallel lines.
No matter how far we go,
we would never meet.
Our duties ,mask the glaring truth,
of the fast growing fondness between 2 strangers.
Keeping us a safe distance ,
from what would happen if we had to live in this fantasy
Now I stand in the middle of the dance floor.
Like a perfect centerpiece.
Watching the world go by.
Entirely unaware of his presence right beside me
Till a single phrase breaks me free
Will you dance with me?
Music instantly fills the air
As if to the timely beat of a conductor
He takes my hand and smiles
I wonder how this perfect moment jumped straight from my dreams
Here is the first and last dance
And its perfect
I wish we could stay right here
But all I can hope for and eventually give
Is a hand of friendship
And hope the pavilion keeps this memory
In case we ever come back.
