To Learn a True Self
The night grew dark,
the lights were brighter.
The dresses skate the floor
like the wave of water.
Hands touching gently
to keep each other afloat.
Time was never a thought
for the happy folk at the ball.
A couple so sweet
dancing to their own tempo of their heart.
They were mysterious;
unknown of names and formalities.
All they knew was the look
in each others' eye,
the smile that stayed quiet,
the breath that ceased to exist
in the moment that they danced.
Time was never a thought
for the happy folk at the ball.
Within a clock-tick
the moment of beauty vanished
as the magic took away the
woman's glow.
Instead of running,
she stood proudly
exemplifying who she had
to be in her daily life;
not a maid or a slave
but a kind and humble gem
hidden in the shadows
like a pearl in a clam.
The beautiful moment within the dance
soon turned around
when she realized she did not
need the magic to be radiant.
She was beautiful.
She was strong.
And he loved her.
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