Another One Of Those Days...

Truly beautiful it was,

Like stars in the night sky.

We danced a dance like none had ever seen,

Lit up by the Northern Lights.

People stopped, stared, wondered,

As the dance grew more divine,

And we lost ourselves in each other's eyes.

As black gave way to purple gave way to blue,

The phosphorous glow grew dim,

And the dance lost it's ethereality.

But does that mean the glow is no longer there?

No, just waiting for the right time to shine.

Though there are others,

Brighter, more vivid stars,

They burn not one iota of what I do,

For her. For us.

But like Moths to a candle,

Everybody needs to get burnt.

In the encroaching dawn,

We realised everything.

But only too late.

We danced,

A beautiful dance.

By Ben Jones